Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, <br />And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, <br />Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet <br />More oft than to a chamber melody. <br />Now, blessed you bear onward blessed me <br />To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet: <br />My Muse and I must you of duty greet <br />With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully. <br />Be you still fair, honour'd by public heed; <br />By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot, <br />Nor blam'd for blood, nor sham'd for sinful deed; <br />And that you know I envy you no lot <br />Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,-- <br />Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxxiv-highway/
