Fear no more the heat o’ the sun…

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