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| Gui. 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; | 332 |
| Golden lads and girls all must, | |
| As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. | |
| Arv. Fear no more the frown o’ the great, | |
| Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke: | 336 |
| 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. | 340 |
| Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, | |
| Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; | |
| Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash; | |
| Arv. Thou hast finish’d joy and moan: | 344 |
| Both. All lovers young, all lovers must | |
| Consign to thee, and come to dust. | |
| Gui. No exorciser harm thee! | |
| Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee! | 348 |
| Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee! | |
| Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! | |
| Both. Quiet consummation have; | |
| And renowned be thy grave! |
(Funeral song from Shakespeare's "Cymbeline", Act IV, Scene II)