Shakespeare Anagram: Cymbeline
Saturday, July 7th, 2007From 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.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
There’s no need to shun death, that has neither hot days nor dark stormy nights.
Life is so much worse that you may as well go now and get compensated for earned tumult.
Age sneers. Gallows rule!