Fear No More By William Shakespeare.


What you fear the most,
somehow, eventually happens to you,


“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.

Fear no more the frown of 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 c
ome to dust.

Fear no more the

Nor the all-dread thunder-

stone; Fear not slander, censure

Thou hast finished 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

Quiet consummation

And renowned be thy

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