Fear No More the Heat o' the Sun
no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
lads and girls all must,
chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Sceptre, Learning, Physic, must
follow this, and come to dust.
no more the lightning-flash,
not slander, censure rash;
hast finished joy and moan:
lovers young, all lovers must
to thee, and come to dust.
exorciser harm thee!
no witchcraft charm thee!
unlaid forbear thee!
ill come near thee!
renownèd by thy grave!