Fear no more the heat o the sun, Nor the furious winters rages Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and taen thy wages Golden lads and girls all must, As chimneysweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o the great Thou art past the tyrants 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. Fear no more the lightningflash, Nor the alldreaded thunderstone Fear not slander, censure rash Thou hast finishd joy and moan All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have And renowned be thy grave!
thee, thou, hast, thy, dust