Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XLI

Hauing this day my horse, my hand, my launce Guided so well that I obtain'd the prize, Both by the iudgement of the English eyes And of some sent from that sweet enemy Fraunce; Horsemen my skill in horsemanship aduaunce, Towne folkes my strength; a daintier iudge applies His praise to sleight which from good vse doth rise; Some luckie wits impute it but to chance; Others, because of both sides I doe take My blood from them who did excell in this, Thinke Nature me a man-at-armes did make. How farre they shot awrie! The true cause is, Stella lookt on, and from her heau'nly face Sent forth the beames which made so faire my race.