he 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."

Every poet is full of such catalogues of love symptoms; but fear and sorrow
may justly challenge the chief place. Though Hercules de Saxonia, _cap. 3.
Tract. de melanch._ will exclude fear from love melancholy, yet I am
otherwise persuaded. [5302]_Res est solliciti plena timoris amor._ 'Tis
full of fear, anxiety, doubt, care, peevishness, suspicion; it turns a man
into a woman, which made Hesiod belike put Fear and Paleness Venus'
daughters,

------"Marti clypeos atque arma secanti
Alma Venus peperit Pallorem, unaque Timorem:"

because fear and love are still linked together. Moreover they are apt to
mistake, amplify, too credulous sometimes, too full of hope and confidence,
and then again very jealous, unapt to believe or entertain any good news.
The comical poet hath prettily painted out this passage amongst the rest in
a [5303]dialogue betwixt Mitio and Aeschines, a gentle father and a
lovesick son. "Be of good cheer, my son, thou shalt have her to wife. Ae.
Ah father, do you mock me now? M. I mock thee, why? Ae. That which I so
earnestly desire, I more suspect and fear. M. Get you home, and send for
her to be your wife. Ae. What now a wife, now father," &c. These doubts,
anxieties, suspicions, are the least part of their torments; they break
many times from passions to actions, speak fair, and flatter, now most
obsequious and willing, by and by they are averse, wrangle, fight, swear,
quarrel, laugh, weep: and he that doth not so by fits, [5304]Lucian holds,
is not thoroughly touched with this loadstone of love. So their actions and
passions are intermixed, but of all other passions, sorrow hath the
greatest share; [5305]love to many is bitterness itself; _rem amaram_ Plato
calls it, a bitter potion, an agony, a pl