The fairy beam upon you, <br /> The stars to glister on you; <br /> A moon of light <br /> In the noon of night, <br /> Till the fire-drake hath o'ergone you. <br /> The wheel of fortune guide you <br /> The boy with the bow beside you; <br /> Run aye in the way <br /> Till the bird of day, <br /> And the luckier lot betide you. <br /> <br /> To the old, long life and treasure, <br /> To the young, all health and pleasure; <br /> To the fair, their face <br /> With eternal grace, <br /> And the foul to be lov'd at leisure. <br /> To the witty, all clear mirrors, <br /> To the foolish, their dark errors; <br /> To the loving sprite, <br /> A secure delight; <br /> To the jealous, his own false terrors.<br /><br />Benjamin Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-metamorphosed-gypsies-excerpt/
