Bookshelf faerie

The faery beam upon you
The stars to glitter on you,
A Moon of light
In the Noon of night,
Till the firedrake hath o-er-gone you.

The wheel of fortune guide you,
The Boy with the bow beside you
Run aye in the way
Till the bird of day
And the luckier lot betide you.

To the old, long life and treasure,
To the young, all health and pleasure,
To the fair, their face
With eternal grace,
And the soul to be lov’d at leisure.

To the witty, all clear mirrors,
To the foolish, their dark errors,
To the loving sprite
To secure delight,
To the jealous his own false terrors.

Ben Jonson
Patrico’s Song