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Ben Jonson - The Metamorphose
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The fairy beam upon you,
    The stars to glister on you;
      A moon of light
      In the noon of night,
    Till the fire-drake hath o`ergone 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 foul to be lov`d at leisure.
   To the witty, all clear mirrors,
   To the foolish, their dark errors;
     To the loving sprite,
     A secure delight;
   To the jealous, his own false terrors.
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