It must be soPlato, thou reasonest well Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? Tis the Divinity that stirs within us; Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man. Addison.Cato, Act V. Scene 1.