Cymbeline [Live in Paris and Toronto]

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
Chimney-sweepers, come to dust
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust

Fear no more the frown o' the great
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke
Care no more to clothe and to eat
To thee the reed, 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