Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 41

Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance, 
     Guided so well, that I obtained the prize, 
     Both by the judgment of the English eyes 
And of some sent from that sweet enemy, France; 
Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance, 
     Town-folks my strength;  a daintier judge applies 
     His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise; 
Some lucky wits impute it but to chance; 
     Others, because of both sides I do take 
My blood from them who did excel in this, 
Think Nature me a man of arms did make. 
How far they shoot awry!  The true cause is, 
      Stella looked on, and from her heavenly face 
      Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.