Cymbeline - Loreena McKennitt

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 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 thee 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