Astrophel and Stella: 84

High-way since you my chiefe Parnassus 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 meTo her, where I my heart safelest shall meet,My Muse and I must you of dutie greetWith thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully.Be you still faire, honour'd by publike heed,By no encrochment wrong'd, nor time forgot:Nor blam'd for bloud, nor sham'd for sinfull deedeAnd that you know, I enuy you no lotOf highest wish, I wish you so much blisse,Hundreds of yeares you Stellas feet may kisse.