Cymbeline – fear no more

“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 o’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
to thee, the reed [...]

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