Classic Poem

Of all those Evils which on Earth we find,
Doubt's the most tort'ring Passion of the Mind:
With furious Tempests it assaults the Soul,
And Floods of jarring Thoughts in diff'rent Torrents Row!
Here pleasing Hope dilates the Soul with Joy:
There sad Despair doth all those Hopes destroy.
Contempt in various Forms doth Anger move,
And Fear succeeds to lose the Thing we love.
Thus! thus, on Doubt's inhospitable Coast,
The shipwrack'd Soul is swallow'd up and lost.