Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: 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 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! 5 5 ΙΟ 15 20 E'en from my heart the strings do break. WHEN THOU MUST HOME When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admired guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, 5 White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest, To hear the stories of thy finished love From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move; Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of journeys and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake; ΙΟ When thou hast told these honors done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. COME, CHEERFUL DAY Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me; For while thou view'st me with thy fading light, Part of my life doth still depart with thee, And I still onward haste to my last night. Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly: 5 So every day we live a day we die. But O ye nights, ordained for barren rest, How are my days deprived of life in you When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest, By feigned death life sweetly to renew! Part of my life in that, you life deny: So every day we live, a day we die. ΙΟ |