William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)
Fear No More
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;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread 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 renowned be thy grave!
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Woh no words superb.i loved it lottttttttttttttt
Shakespeare definitely wrote this eulogy...impressive write.. :)
This is a eulogy, being addresssed to a corpse. Shakespeare is giving advice to no one.
I believe the poem is also talking about how useless it is to fear the troubles of earth, because once death comes he'll take you away from those troubles. Worry no more, basicly. Death will set you free.
Don't fear
Face every thing in your life with a smile
The great Shakespeare inform us thru this poem
Nooruddeen
Dear Poet Friends,
Perhaps, Shakespeare want us to accept lows and downs of life with great equipoise. Kindly also read 'Longing for Shakespeare', a small tribute from this learner!
warm regards,
yours,
ashish dimri
Just as the reed is as the oak
Shakespeare has clearly for us wrote
To fear not death when it doth come
Upon us, like the morning sun
For death feared not, where e're it's flight
Is death feared not throughout our life
Nothing more certain than none of us are going to get out of this world alive.
Nice one Bill,
All the best Sid.