Axiochus.
and ſtout-hearted wordes which I was wont to caſt at death, doo cloſely flit away and downe are trodden vnderfoote. And then that Tormentor feare, the meſſenger of dreaded daungers, dooth ſundrye wayes wound and gall my grieued minde, whiſpering continually in mine eare that if I bee once depriued of this worldly light, and bereft of goods: I ſhall like a rotten blocke lye in the darkeſome deapth, neither ſeene nor heard of any, beeing reſolued into duſt and wormes.
Socrates.
O Axiochus thy talke is very fooliſh, for reaſoning thus without reaſon, and ſeeking to make ſome ſence of ſenceles wordes, thou both doſt and ſayeſt cleane contrary to thy ſelfe, not marking, how at one time thou doſt both complaine for the lacke of ſence which thou ſhalt haue: and alſo art greatly vexed for the rotting of thy carrion Carcaſſe, and deſpoyling of thy former delights: as if by this death thou ſhouldeſt not paſſe into another life, or ſhouldeſt be ſo deſpoyled of all ſence and feeling, as thou wert before thou waſt firſt brought into this world. For euen as in thoſe yeares when Draco and Calliſthenes gouerned the common wealth of Athens, thou then waſt vexed with no euil, for in the beginning thou waſt no ſuch as to
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