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110 For while yourself you anxiously explore. Timorous Self-love, with sick'ning Fancy's aid, Presents the danger that you dread the most, And ever galls you in your tender part. Hence some for love, and some for jealousy, For grim religion some, and some for pride, 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; That trembles at impossible events, Left 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 heaven From mortal eyes has wrapt the woes to come, If we, ingenious to torment ourselves, Rh