Fear no more the darkness;
Nor the raging winter's blizzard,
Through a mad man's troubled awareness,
Time passes, my dream is a hazard;
Golden wings guide us,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear no more the power of the righteous,
As they are trully weak:
Care no more to those who are envious;
To those who are sick:
The poor, people who disgust
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the hungering cold,
Nor the incoming winter;
Fear injuries, and wounds, as I told;
Despite the disaster;
All lovers passions, all lovers must
Consign to them, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm them!
Nor no witchcraft charm them!
Ghost unlaid forbear them!
Nothing ill come near them!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
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