The rest is all unfathomable depth.
This we well know, that, if there be a bliss
Beyond this present life, 'tis purchased here,
And virtue is its price.
Cleon. But are you sure
Our souls shall be immortal?
Cleom. Why that question?
Cleon. Because I find, that, now my body starves,
My soul decays. I think not as I did;
My head goes round; and now you swim before me.