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.
