William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
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;
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 th’ all–dreaded 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.
Lovers in the Country by Gustave Courbet (10th June, 1819 – 31st December, 1877)