Fear no More
- William Shakespeare
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy wordly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages,
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe, and eat,
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physick must,
All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the 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.