Lyrics: Cymbeline

Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winters' 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
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust

Fear no more the frown o' th' great
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke
Care no more to clothe and eat
To thee the reed, 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