Song: Fear no more the heat o’ the sun
by William Shakespeare
(from Cymbeline)
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 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 scepter, 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 forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renown-ed be thy grave!
awww beautiful poem for a great guy! I’ll never forget Eric’s kindness when we got together for coffee after John and June’s untimely departure from Ashland that time. Nancy I’m thinking of you and wishing you comfort today and always – Summer
Yes that was a dramatic time. Thank you for thinking of him and me.
His life was cut short, but still he lived it to its greatest extent, He explored the world, and everything in it.
With his death taught the greatest lesson…that life is too short to dwell on the past but enjoy every moment here and now. For life can end at any point, for any reason, for anyone.
Sending you my warmest hugs and thoughts Nancy. 🙏🏻❤️
Thank you Cory. You are so right. Love you.
Beautiful photo, Nancy, and a touching poem. Eric is gone, but definitely not forgotten — and always missed by those who loved him.