Or whence this secret dread and inward horror

Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul

Back on herself, and startles at destruction?

'T is the divinity that stirs within us;

'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,

[[299]]And intimates eternity to man.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

Cato. Act v. Sc. 1.

I 'm weary of conjectures,—this must end 'em.

Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,