Astrophel and Stella: 41

Hauing this day my horse, my hand, my launceGuided so well that I obtain'd the prize,Both by the judgement of the English eyes,And of some sent from that sweet enemie Fraunce,Horsemen my skill in horsmanship advaunce:Towne-folkes my strength, a daintier judge appliesHis praise too slight, which from good vse doth rise:Some luckie wits impute it but to chaunce.Others, because of both sides I do takeMy bloud from them, who did excell in this,Thinke Nature me a man of armes did make.How farre they shot awry? the true cause is,Stella look't on, and from her heau'nly faceSent foorth the beames, which made so faire my race.