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 />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-metamorphosed-gypsies-excerpt-2/
