William Shakespeare - Fear No MoreWilliam Shakespeare - Fear No More
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Fear no more the heat ‘o the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou they worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en they wages:
Golden lads and girls all must
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o’ the great,
Thou are past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak;
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more, the lightning-flash,
Nor th’ all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
(‘Cymbeline.’)
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