William Shakespeare
"Fear no more the heat o' the sun"

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou they worldy task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en they wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the from 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 floow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th' all dreaded thunder stone;
Dear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finihsed joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No excrociser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consumation have;
And renowned by they grave!
from CYMBELINE