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1     I|      all thy fortunes with base fears.~ I own with reason: for,
2    II|     flees thy mind; O then~ The fears of death leave heart so
3   III|       forth~ From aged limbs? - fears it, perhaps, to stay,~ Pent
4   III|    terror, as the fables tell,~ Fears the huge boulder hanging
5   III|         mortality, and each one fears~ Such fall of fortune as
6     V|       distraught! How great the fears!~ And lo, the pride, grim
7     V|       are hurried back unto the fears~ Of old religion and adopt
8    VI|       are hurried back unto the fears~ Of old religion and adopt
9    VI| marjoram oil, and every unguent fears~ Fierce poison these unto