SHAKSPEARE. FEAR no more the heat o' th' 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' th' great, To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must Fear no more the lightning-flash, Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. OVER HILL, OVER DALE. SHAKSPEARE. OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, To dew her orbs upon the green; |