Christopher Marlowe,
Hero and Leander
“ Under whose shade the wood gods love to be. And in the midst a silver altar stood. There Hero, sacrificing turtle’s blood, Vailed to the ground, vailing her eyelids close, And modestly they opened as she rose. Thence flew Love’s arrow with the golden head, And thus Leander was enamoured. Stone still he stood, and evermore he gazed Till with the fire that from his countenance blazed Relenting Hero’s gentle heart was strook. Such force and virtue hath an amorous look. It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. ”
