Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
The perverseness of my fate is such that he's not mine because he's mine too much.
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.