he is there, that’s he, male aurorae, malae soli dicit, deiratque, &c., the longest day that ever was, so she raves, restless and impatient; for Amor non patitur moras, love brooks no delays:  the time’s quickly gone that’s spent in her company, the miles short, the way pleasant; all weather is good whilst he goes to her house, heat or cold; though his teeth chatter in his head, he moves not; wet or dry, ’tis all one; wet to the skin, he feels it not, cares not at least for it, but will easily endure it and much more, because it is done with alacrity, and for his mistress’s sweet sake; let the burden be never so heavy, love makes it light. [5294]Jacob served seven years for Rachel, and it was quickly gone because he loved her.  None so merry; if he may happily enjoy her company, he is in heaven for a time; and if he may not, dejected in an instant, solitary, silent, he departs weeping, lamenting, sighing, complaining.

But the symptoms of the mind in lovers are almost infinite, and so diverse, that no art can comprehend them; though they be merry sometimes, and rapt beyond themselves for joy:  yet most part, love is a plague, a torture, a hell, a bitter sweet passion at last; [5295]_Amor melle et felle est faecundissimus, gustum dat dulcem et amarum_.  ’Tis suavis amaricies, dolentia delectabilis, hilare tormentum;

[5296] “Et me melle beant suaviora,
        Et me felle necant amariora.”

like a summer fly or sphinx’s wings, or a rainbow of all colours,

       “Quae ad solis radios conversae aureae erant,
        Adversus nubes ceruleae, quale jabar iridis,”

fair, foul, and full of variation, though most part irksome and bad.  For in a word, the Spanish Inquisition is not comparable to it; “a torment” and [5297]"execution” as it is, as he calls it in the poet, an unquenchable fire, and what not? [5298]From it, saith Austin, arise “biting cares, perturbations, passions, sorrows, fears, suspicions, discontents, contentions, discords, wars, treacheries, enmities, flattery, cozening, riot, impudence, cruelty, knavery,” &c.

[5299]  ------“dolor, querelae,
Lamentatio, lachrymae perennes,
Languor, anxietas, amaritudo;
Aut si triste magis potest quid esse,
Hos tu das comites Neaera vitae.”

These be the companions of lovers, and the ordinary symptoms, as the poet repeats them.

[5300] “In amore haec insunt vitia,
        Suspiciones, inimicitiae, audaciae,
        Bellum, pax rursum,” &c.

[5301] “Insomnia, aerumna, error, terror, et fuga,
        Excogitantia excors immodestia,
        Petulantia, cupiditas, et malevolentia;
        Inhaeret etiam aviditas, desidia, injuria,
        Inopia, contumelia et dispendium,” &c.

       “In love these vices are; suspicions. 
        Peace, war, and impudence, detractions. 
        Dreams, cares, and errors, terrors and affrights,
        Immodest pranks, devices, sleights and flights,
        Heart-burnings, wants, neglects, desire of wrong,
        Loss continual, expense and hurt among.”