High Way, Since You My Chiefe Pernassus Be, And That My Muse, To Some Eares Not Vnsweet, Tempers Her Words To Trampling Horses Feete More Oft Then To A Chamber-Melodie. Now, Blessed You Beare Onward Blessed Me To Her, Where I My Heart, Safe-Left, Shall Meet; My Muse And I Must You Of Dutie Greet With Thankes And Wishes, Wishing Thankfully. Be You Still Faire, Honord By Publicke Heede; By No Encroachment Wrong'D, Nor Time Forgot; Nor Blam'D For Bloud, Nor Sham'D For Sinfull Deed; And That You Know I Enuy You No Lot Of Highest Wish, I Wish You So Much Bliss, Hundreds Of Yeares You Stellaes Feet May Kisse.