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By William Shakespeare. (from Cymbeline) 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;
By William Shakespeare. ‘Fear no more the heat o’ the sun’ is a song from the play Cymbeline, sung by Guiderius and Argiragus, the sons of Cymbeline. The song explores the reasons that death may not be so bad. Read Poem.
Fear No More the Heat o’ the Sun Lyrics. 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...
The meaning of the song is simple: if you’re dead, you need fear no more either the excessive heat of the summer sun, nor the harsh winter cold; you’ve done your duty, and have gone ‘home’ back to the earth which bore you; everyone must die, from the highest-born and the fittest (‘Golden lads and girls’) to the lowest-born and the ...
Fear No More. Fear no more the heat ‘o the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou they 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 frown o’ the great, Thou are past the tyrant’s stroke;
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 of the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat;
Text. Fear no more the heat o' the sun. English source: William Shakespeare. 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.
