Some, for fear of want,
Want all their lives; and others ev’ry day,
For fear of dying, suffer worse than death.
Ah! from your bosoms banish if you can
That fatal guest, I mean the demon fear,
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?
And what avails it, that indulgent Heav’n