Poetry Thursday - a song by William Shakespeare

'Fear no more the heat o' the sun'

(from CYMBELINE, Act IV, Scene 2)

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.

(There's another stanza; read it here.)

Seen on the Bakerloo Line - yet another wonderful Poetry on the Underground offering. Long may they continue.