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 blessed you bear onward blessèd 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 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!

by Sir Philip Sidney

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I guess they did their version of texting while driving a coach and four- - at least horses pay attention to where they are going while cars just mindlessly hit a tree etc. I never thought of writing to the rhythm of hoof-falls while actually riding- - there's a thought. Might add veracity to lines about flying through the air...