Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winters' rages,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages
Golden lads and girls all must,
Thou thy worldly task hast done, As chimneyThe sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust. Thou art past the tyrant's stroke
To thee the reed is as the oak.
Fear no more the frown o' th' great,
Care no more to clothe and eat,
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust. All lovers young, all lovers must
Fear no more the lightning flash, Consign to thee and come to dust.
Fear not slander, censure rash,
Nor th' allThou hast finished joy and moan.
Consign to thee and come to dustAll lovers young, all lovers must.
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