London, August 2007
Only the stars where hiding that night
And the Boy with the Bow had taken the day off…
The Jackman’s Song
The Faiery beame upon you,
The Starres to glister on you;
A Moone of light
In the Noone of night,
Till the fire-Drake hath o’re-gone you.
The Wheele of fortune guide you,
The Boy with the Bow beside you,
Runne aye in the Way,
Till the Bird of day,
And the luckyer lot betide you.
© Ben Jonson