Cymbeline歌词

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 chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
the sceptre, learning, physic, must
all follow this and come to dust.

fear no more the frown o th great;
thou art past the tyrants stroke
care no more to clothe and to eat;
to thee the reed is as the oak.
the sceptre, learning, physic, must
all follow this and come to dust.
all lovers young, all lovers must
consign to thee and come to dust.