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Serenity ‘Fear no more the heat o’ the sun’ By William Shakespeare (1564–1616) From ‘Cymbeline’, Act IV.  Scene 2

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 is as the oak:        

The sceptre, 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 finish’d 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!

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Tykelady

So appropriate,

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Izb1

So very apt for today Iris x

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Greenthorn

Well chosen and steeped in English history. Thank you.

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sassy59

A stirring poem that stands the test of time. Thank you Iris.

Love and hugs, Carole xxx❤️

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Alberta56

I think this is one of the most beautiful poems ever written. Thank you for posting it. I hope you are feeling a little better. xxx

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Karenanne61

Oh my goodness that is so moving, and appropriate. My eyes are all teary. Thankyou for sharing.

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Lemon7

Beautiful.

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Otto11

Very apt such a sad time x

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