POEM: SIR PHILIP SIDNEYS SONNET IN REPLY

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    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 t<tt></tt>his poor beast, who did his rest forsake, Thinking not why, but how, himself to save.

    Evn thus >?</a>might I, for doubts which I ceive Of mine own words, my own good hap betray; And thus mi<tt>.99lｉb?t>ght I, for fear of may be, leave The sweet pursuit of my desired prey. Better like I thy satyr, dearest></a> Dyer, Who burnt his lips to kiss fair shining fire.

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