Sonnet 84: Highway

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