Fear no more the heat or the sun Nor the furious winter's rages Thou thy worldly task hast done Home art gone, and taken thy wages Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers, come to dust ♪ Fear no more the frown or 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 scepter, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust ♪ Fear no more the lightning flash Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone Fear not slander, censure rash 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 thee Quiet consummation have and Renownèd be thy grave