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 they wages
golden lads and girls all must
as chimney sweepers come to dust
fear no more the lightning flash
nor th'all dreaded thunder stone
fear not slander, censure rash
thou hast finish'd joy and mourn
all lovers young and all lovers must
consign to thee and come to dust
no exorcisor harm thee!
nor no witchcraft charm thee!
ghost unlaid forbear thee!
nothing ill come near thee!
quiet consummation have
and renowned be thy grave!
thy grave…

INVIA LE CORREZIONI