Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Sir Philip Sidney. 1554–8692. The Highway
| 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 blessèd you bear onward blessèd me | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| 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! |