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
No exorciser harm thee
Nor no witchcraft charm thee
Ghost unlaid forbear thee
Nothing ill come near thee
Quiet consummation have and
Renownèd be thy grave
