by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fragment of a Satire on Satire

Lines to a Reviewer

Published by Leigh Hunt, "The Literary Pocket-Book", 1823. These lines, and the "Sonnet" immediately preceding, are signed Sigma in the "Literary Pocket-Book".

 Alas, good friend, what profit can you see In hating such a hateless thing as me? There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side: in vain would you assuage Your frowns upon an unresisting smile,  In which not even contempt lurks to beguile Your heart, by some faint sympathy of hate. Oh, conquer what you cannot satiate! For to your passion I am far more coy Than ever yet was coldest maid or boy  In winter noon. Of your antipathy If I am the Narcissus, you are free To pine into a sound with hating me. 
 NOTE: _3 where editions 1824, 1839; when 1823.