Fear no more the heat o' the sun - William Shakespeare Poetry

Fear no more the heat o' the sun

Fear no more

Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly 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 of 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 scepter, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread 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.

No exorcise harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost un-laid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;

And renowned be thy grave!

-WilliamShakespeare