Fear No More the Heat o’ the Sun


Words by William Shakespeare
Music by Philip Rosseter & J. David Moore
SATTB a cappella
Published by Fresh Ayre Music

From “Cymbeline” comes one of my favorite of Shakespeare’s song lyrics. This is as sweet a lullaby to the dead as I know. It is partly adapted from a song by the 16th-century lute song writer Philip Rosseter called “And Would You See My Mistress’ Face.”

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Fear no more the heat o’ the 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’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The scepter, 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!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownèd be thy grave!
(from Cybelline)


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