LXXXIV. <poem> 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 safeliest shall meet. My Muse and I must you of duty greet With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully.
Be you still fair! honoured 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!
LXXXV.
<poem> I see the house! My heart! thyself contain! Beware full sails drown not thy tottering barge! Lest joy—by Nature apt, spirits to enlarge— Thee to thy wrack, beyond thy limits strain.
Nor do like lords, whose weak confusèd brain, Not 'pointing to fit folks each undercharge; While every office themselves will discharge, With doing all, leave nothing done but pain:
But give apt servants their due place! Let eyes See Beauty's total sum summed in her face! Let ears hear speech, which wit to wonder ties!
Let breath suck up those sweets! Let arms embrace The globe of weal! Lips, love's indentures make! Thou but of all, the Kingly tribute take!
