|Potted Flowers with Books IV|
Act IV Scene ii
Gui 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.
Arv Fear no more the forwn o' th' 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 come to dust.
Gui Fear no more the lightning flash,
Arv Nor th'all-dreaded thunderstone.
Gui Fear not slander, censure rash.
Arv Thou hast finish'd joy and moan.
Both All lovers young, all lovers must,
Consign to thee and come to dust.
Gui No exorciser harm thee,
Arv Nor no witch-craft charm thee,
Gui Ghost unlaid forbear thee,
Arv Nothing ill come near thee.
Both Quiet consummation have,
And renowned be thy grave.
(23rd April 1564 - 23rd April 1616)