Saturday, 22 June 2013

Fear No More

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Fear no more the heat or the sun
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and taken thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown or 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-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.
(‘Cymbeline’)
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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