Fear no more the heat o' the sun; <br />Nor the furious winter's rages, <br />Thou thy worldly task hast done, <br />Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; <br />Golden lads and girls all must, <br />As chimney sweepers come to dust. <br /> <br />Fear no more the frown of the great, <br />Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: <br />Care no more to clothe and eat; <br />To thee the reed is as the oak: <br />The sceptre, learning, physic, must <br />All follow this, and come to dust. <br /> <br />Fear no more the lightning-flash, <br />Nor the all-dread thunder-stone; <br />Fear not slander, censure rash; <br />Thou hast finished joy and moan; <br />All lovers young, all lovers must <br />Consign to thee, and come to dust. <br /> <br />No exorciser harm thee! <br />Nor no witchcraft charm thee! <br />Ghost unlaid forbear thee! <br />Nothing ill come near thee! <br />Quiet consummation have; <br />And renowned be thy grave!<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fear-no-more/
