Fear no more the heat 'o the sun Nor the furious winters rages Thou thy worldly task hast done Home art gone and ta'en they wages Golden lads and girls all must As chimney sweepers come to dust Fear no more the lightning flash Nor th'all dreaded thunder stone Fear not slander, censure rash Thou hast finish'd joy and mourn All lovers young and all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust No exorcisor harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have And renowned be thy grave! Thy grave...