Astrophil and Stella
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 then 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, honord by public heed;
By no encroachment wronged, nor time forgot;
Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed 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.
Sir Philip Sidney
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