Fear No More The Heat O The Sun (Cymbeline) - Cleo Laine

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

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 sceptre, learning, physic, must

All follow this, and come to dust

The sceptre, learning, physic, must

All follow this, and come to dust

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 exorciser harm thee!

Nor no witchcraft charm thee!

Ghost unlaid forbear thee!

Nothing ill come near thee!

Quiet consummation have;

And renowned be thy grave!