Why we love and why we hate
A. Bax
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.
If on me Zelinda frown,
Madness 'tis in me to grieve:
Since her will is not her own
Why should I uneasy live?
If I for Zelinda die,
Deaf to poor Mizella's cries,
Ask not me the reason why;
Seek the riddle in the skies.