makes the blood hot, thick, and black; and if the inflammation get into the brain, with continual meditation and waking, it so dries it up, that madness follows, or else they make away themselves,” [5573]_O Corydon, Corydon, quae te dementia cepit_?  Now, as Arnoldus adds, it will speedily work these effects, if it be not presently helped; [5574]"They will pine away, run mad, and die upon a sudden;” Facile incidunt in maniam, saith Valescus, quickly mad, nisi succurratur, if good order be not taken,

[5575] “Ehou triste jugum quisquis amoris habet,
        Is prius se norit se periisse perit.”

       “Oh heavy yoke of love, which whoso bears,
        Is quite undone, and that at unawares.”

So she confessed of herself in the poet,

[5576]  ------“insaniam priusquam quis sentiat,
Vix pili intervallo a furore absum.”

       “I shall be mad before it be perceived,
        A hair-breadth off scarce am I, now distracted.”

As mad as Orlando for his Angelica, or Hercules for his Hylas,

       “At ille ruebat quo pedes ducebant, furibundus,
        Nam illi saevus Deus intus jecur laniabat.”

       “He went he car’d not whither, mad he was,
        The cruel God so tortured him, alas!”

At the sight of Hero I cannot tell how many ran mad,

[5577] “Alius vulnus celans insanit pulchritudine puellae.”

       “And whilst he doth conceal his grief,
        Madness comes on him like a thief.”

Go to Bedlam for examples.  It is so well known in every village, how many have either died for love, or voluntary made away themselves, that I need not much labour to prove it:  [5578]_Nec modus aut requies nisi mors reperitur amoris_:  death is the common catastrophe to such persons.

[5579] “Mori mihi contingat, non enim alia
        Liberatio ab aeramnis fuerit ullo paeto istis.”

       “Would I were dead, for nought, God knows,
        But death can rid me of these woes.”

As soon as Euryalus departed from Senes, Lucretia, his paramour, “never looked up, no jests could exhilarate her sad mind, no joys comfort her wounded and distressed soul, but a little after she fell sick and died.”  But this is a gentle end, a natural death, such persons commonly make away themselves.

------“proprioque in sanguine laetus,
Indignantem animam vacuas elludit in auras;”

so did Dido; Sed moriamur ait, sic sic juvat ire per umbras; [5580] Pyramus and Thisbe, Medea, [5581]Coresus and Callirhoe, [5582]Theagines the philosopher, and many myriads besides, and so will ever do,

[5583]  ------“et mihi fortis
Est manus, est et amor, dabit hic in vulnera vires.”

       “Whoever heard a story of more woe,
        Than that of Juliet and her Romeo?”