Prometheus, when first from heaven high He brought down fire, till then oh not seen; Fond of delight, a satyr, standing by, Gave it a kiss, as it like sweet had been.
Feeling forthwith the other burning power, Wood with the smart, with shouts and shrieking shrill, He sought his ease in river, field, and bower; But, for the time, his grief went with him still.
So silly I, with that unwonted sight, In human shape an angel from above, Feeding mine eyes, th impression there did light; That since I run a as pleaseth love: The difference is, the satyrs lips, my heart, He for a while, I evermore, have smart.