Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Sonnets and Poetical TranslationsXVIII. A Satyr once did run away for dread
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)[Answering Sonnet by Sir PHILIP SIDNEY ]
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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 D
Who burnt his lips to kiss fair shining fire.