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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 84: Highway
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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.
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