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