Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!
Nor shall our cups make any guilty men: But, at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met. No simple word, That shall be utter'd at our mirthful board, Shall make us sad next morning: or affright The liberty, that we'll enjoy tonight.Ben Jonson
In every hedge and ditch both day and nightWe fear our death, of every leafe affright.guillaume de salluste du bartas
When iron scourge, and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best.thomas gray
Let nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee; All things are passing; God never changeth; Patience endurance Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting; Alone God sufficeth.