Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV

Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,Tempers her words to trampling horses' feetMore oft than to a chamber melody.Now, blessed you bear onward blessed meTo her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet:My Muse and I must you of duty greetWith thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully.Be you still fair, honour'd by public heed;By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot,Nor blam'd for blood, nor sham'd for sinful deed;And that you know I envy you no lotOf highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,--Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss.