Fear no more the heat of 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 o' 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 - 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.
No exorciser harm thee !
Nor no witchcraft charm thee !
Ghost unlaid forebear thee !
Nothing ill come near thee !
Quiet consummation have,
And renowned be thy grave.
- From Cymbeline: William Shakespeare ( 1564 - 1616 )
Tess, May you go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection ! May the mighty Gods and Goddesses watch over you for eternity !
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !