Poem by Christopher Marlowe

Hero and Leander

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
hen two are stript long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice,
What we behold is censur'd by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight. 

1. Ignoto
2. Our Conquering Swords
3. Accurs'D Be He That First Invented War
4. Lament for Zenocrate
5. I Must Have Wanton Poets

Thomas Hood Hero and Leander ("It is not with a hope my feeble praise")

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