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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Sonnets and Poetical Translations

XVIII. A Satyr once did run away for dread

Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)

[Answering Sonnet by Sir PHILIP SIDNEY]

A SATYR once did run away for dread,

With sound of horn, which he himself did blow:

Fearing and feared, thus from himself he fled;

Deeming strange evil in that he did not know.

Such causeless fears, when coward minds do take;

It makes them fly that which they fain would have:

As this poor beast who did his rest forsake

Thinking not “Why!” but how himself to save.

Even thus might I, for doubts which I conceive

Of mine own words, my own good hap betray:

And thus might I, for fear of “May be,” leave

The sweet pursuit of my desirèd prey.

Better like I thy Satyr, dearest DYER!

Who burnt his lips to kiss fair shining fire.