 | The Poems of Ambrose Philips |  |
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[Why we love, and why we hate]
I
Why we love, and why we hate,Is not granted us to know;
Random chance, or wilful fate,
Guides the shaft from Cupid's bow.
II
If on me Zelinda frown,Madness 'tis in me to grieve:
Since her will is not her own,
Why should I uneasy live?
III
If I for Zelinda dy,Deaf to poor Mizella's cries,
Ask not me the reason why:
Seek the riddle in the skies.
| The Poems of Ambrose Philips | |