Stephen Sondheim - Fear No More lyrics

[SHAKESPEARE] Cowards die many times before their d**hs; The valiant never taste of d**h but once Of all the wonders that I yet have heard It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that d**h, a necessary end Will come when it will come Fear no more the heat o' th' 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 lightning-flash Nor th' all dreaded thunder-stone Fear not slander, censure rash Thou hast finish'd joy and moan All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to this and come to dust