For grim religion some, and some for pride, 115
Have lost their reason: some for fear of want
Want all their lives; and others every day
For fear of dying suffer worse than death.
Ah! from your bosoms banish, if you can,
Those fatal guests: and first the Demon Fear; 120
That trembles at impossible events,
Lest aged Atlas should resign his load
And heaven’s eternal battlements rush down.
Is there an evil worse than fear itself?