[5247] His sleep, his meat, his drink, in him bereft,
        That lean he waxeth, and dry as a shaft,
        His eyes hollow and grisly to behold,
        His hew pale and ashen to unfold,
        And solitary he was ever alone,
        And waking all the night making moan.

Theocritus Edyl. 2. makes a fair maid of Delphos, in love with a young man of Minda, confess as much,

       “Ut vidi ut insanii, ut animus mihi male affectiis est,
        Miserae mihi forma tabescebat, neque amplius pompam
        Ullum curabam, aut quando domum redieram
        Novi, sed me ardens quidam morbus consumebat,
        Decubui in lecto dies decem, et noctes decem,
        Defluebant capite capilli, ipsaque sola reliqua
        Ossa et cutis”------

       “No sooner seen I had, but mad I was. 
        My beauty fail’d, and I no more did care
        For any pomp, I knew not where I was,
        But sick I was, and evil I did fare;
        I lay upon my bed ten days and nights,
        A skeleton I was in all men’s sights.”

All these passions are well expressed by [5248]that heroical poet in the person of Dido: 

       “At non infelix animi Phaenissa, nec unquam
        Solvitur in somnos, oculisque ac pectore amores
        Accipit; ingeminant curae, rursusque resurgens
        Saevit amor,” &c.------

       “Unhappy Dido could not sleep at all,
        But lies awake, and takes no rest: 
        And up she gets again, whilst care and grief,
        And raging love torment her breast.”

Accius Sanazarius Egloga 2. de Galatea, in the same manner feigns his Lychoris [5249]tormenting herself for want of sleep, sighing, sobbing, and lamenting; and Eustathius in his Ismenias much troubled, and [5250] “panting at heart, at the sight of his mistress,” he could not sleep, his bed was thorns. [5251]All make leanness, want of appetite, want of sleep ordinary symptoms, and by that means they are brought often so low, so much altered and changed, that as [5252]he jested in the comedy, “one scarce know them to be the same men.”

       “Attenuant juvenum vigilatae corpora noctes,
        Curaque et immenso qui fit amore dolor.”

Many such symptoms there are of the body to discern lovers by,—­quis enim bene celet amorem?  Can a man, saith Solomon, Prov. vi. 27, carry fire in his bosom and not burn? it will hardly be hid; though they do all they can to hide it, it must out, plus quam mille notis—­it may be described, [5253]_quoque magis tegitur, tectus magis aestuat ignis_.  ’Twas Antiphanes the comedian’s observation of old, Love and drunkenness cannot be concealed, Celare alia possis, haec praeter duo, vini potum, &c. words, looks, gestures, all will betray them; but two of the most notable signs are observed by the pulse and countenance.  When Antiochus, the