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/astrophel-and-stella-lxxxiv-highway/
