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.