Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4.
Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd.
SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full,
Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry power.
THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 286.
The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip
To hand the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.
BURNS: _Ep. to a Young Friend._