the Heat o' the Sun FROM CYMBELINE" Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Fear no more the frown o' the great; 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-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. FEAR NO MORE No exorciser harm thee! and the Turtle Let the bird of loudest lay, But thou shrieking harbinger, Augur of the fever's end, To this troop come thou not near! From this session interdict Let the priest in surplice white, And thou treble-dated crow, That thy sable gender makest With the breath thou givest and takest, 'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go. PHOENIX AND TURTLE Here the anthem doth commence; Love and constancy is dead; Phoenix and the turtle fled In a mutual flame from hence. So they loved, as love in twain Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Distance, and no space was seen 'Twixt the turtle and his queen: But in them it were a wonder. So between them love did shine, Property was thus appalled, Reason, in itself confounded, (B 325) 2 B That it cried, How true a twain Whereupon it made this threne THRENOS Beauty, truth, and rarity, Here enclosed in cinders lie. Death is now the phoenix' nest: Leaving no posterity: Truth may seem, but cannot be: To this urn let those repair For these dead birds sigh a prayer. |