Sir Philip Sidney's Sonnet In Reply To A Sonnet By Sir Edward Dyer

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.

Ev’n 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 desired prey.
Better like I thy satyr, dearest Dyer,
Who burnt his lips to kiss fair shining fire.

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• Sir Philip Sidney : Sleep
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• Sir Philip Sidney : Song To The Tune Of 'basciami Vita Mia.'
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• Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet I: Loving In Truth
• Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Ii: Not At First Sight
• Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Iii: With How Sad Steps
• Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Iv: Virtue, Alas
• Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Ix: Queen Virtue's Court

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