GUIDERIUS
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.ARVIRAGUS
Fear no more the frown o' 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.GUIDERIUS
Fear no more the lightning flash,ARVIRAGUS
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;GUIDERIUS
Fear not slander, censure rash;ARVIRAGUS
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:GUIDERIUS & ARVIRAGUS
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.GUIDERIUS
No exorciser harm thee!ARVIRAGUS
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!GUIDERIUS
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!ARVIRAGUS
Nothing ill come near thee!GUIDERIUS & ARVIRAGUS
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!— William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, Acte IV, Scene 1