Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXXXIV

High way, since you my chiefe Pernassus be, And that my Muse, to some eares not vnsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses feete More oft then to a chamber-melodie. Now, blessed you beare onward blessed me To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet; My Muse and I must you of dutie greet With thankes and wishes, wishing thankfully. Be you still faire, honord by publicke heede; By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot; Nor blam'd for bloud, nor sham'd for sinfull deed; And that you know I enuy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of yeares you Stellaes feet may kisse.