Sonnet 83

HIgh way since you my chiefe Pernassus be,
And that my Muse to some eares not vnmeete,
Tempers hir words to trampling horses feete,
More often than a Chamber mellodie,
Now blessed you beare onwards blessed me,
To hir where my heart safeliest shall meete,
My Muse and I must you of duety greete,
With thanks and wishes wishing thankfully;
Be you still carefull kept by publike heede,
By no encrochment wrongd, nor time forgot,
Nor blam'd for bloud, nor sham'd for sinfull deede,
And that you know I enuie you no whit,
Of highest wish, I wish you so much blisse,
Hundreds of yeares you Stellas feete may kisse.