Classic Poem

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.