Cymbeline Lyrics

Loreena McKennitt - Cymbeline Lyrics

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Cymbeline Lyrics

By William Shakespeare (c. 1609)



Fear no more the heat o' th' sun

Nor the furious winters rages;

Thou thy wordly 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 three 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.



Fear no more the lightning flash,

Nor th' 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.