He is then too confident and rapt beyond himself, as if he had heard the Nightingale in the Spring before the Cuckow, or as Calisto was at Melebæas presence, Quis unquam hac mortali vita tam gloriosum corpus vidit? humanitatem transcendere videor, &c. who ever saw so glorious a sight, what man ever enjoyed such delight? More content cannot be given of the Gods, wished, had or hoped of any mortal man. There is no happiness in the world comparable to his, no content, no joy to this, no life to Love, he is in Paradise.

Quis me uno vivit fælicior? aut magis hac est Optandum vita dicere quis poterit?

Who lives so happy as my self? what bliss In this our life may be compar’d to this?

He will not change fortune in that case with a Prince.

Donec gratus eram tibi, Persarum vigui rege beatior.

The Persian Kings are not so joviall as he is, O e festus dies hominis, O happy day; so Chærea exclaims when he came from Pamphila his Sweet-heart, well pleased,

Nunc est profecto interfici cum perpeti me possem, Ne hoc gaudium contaminet vita aliqua ægritudine.

He could find in his heart to be killed instantly, lest if he live longer, some sorrow or sickness should contaminate his joyes. A little after, he was so merrily set upon the same occasion, that he could not contain himself.

O populares, ecquis me vivit hodie fortunatior? Nemo hercule quisquam; nam in me dii plane potestatem Suam omnem ostendere;

Is’t possible (O my Countrymen) for any living to be so happy as my self? No sure it cannot be, for the Gods have shewed all their power, all their goodness in me. Yet by and by when this young Gallant was crossed in his wench, he laments, and cryes, and roars down-right.

Occidi —— I am undone;

Neque virgo est usquam, neque ego, qui è conspectu illam amisi meo. Ubi quæram, ubi investigem, quem percuncter, quam insistam viam?

The Virgin’s gone, and I am gone, she’s gone, she’s gone, and what shall I do? where shall I seek her, where shall I find her, whom shall I ask? what way, what course shall I take? what will become of me?

—— vitales auras invitus agebat, he was weary of his life, sick, mad and desperate utinam mihi esset aliquid hic, quo nunc me præcipitem darem. ’Tis not Chæreas case this alone, but his, and his, and every Lover’s in the like state.

If he hear ill news, have bad success in his suit, she frown upon him, or that his Mistress in his presence respect another more (as Hædus observs) Prefer another suiter, speak more familiarly to him, or use more kindly then himself, if by nod, smile, message she disclose her self to another, he is instantly tormented, none so dejected as he is, utterly undone, a castaway In quem fortuna omnia odiorum suorum crudelissima tela exonerat, a dead man, the scorn of fortune, a monster of fortune, worse then naught, the losse of a Kingdom had been less.

Aretine’s Lucretia made very good proof of this, as she relates it her self. For when I made some of my suiters beleeve I would betake my self to a Nunnery, they took on, as if they had lost Father and Mother, because they were for ever after to want my company. omnes labores leves fuere, all other labour was light; but this might not be endured,

Tui carendum quod erat ——

for I cannot be without thy company, mournfull Amyntas, painfull Amyntas, carefull Amyntas; better a Metropolitan City were sackt, a Royall Army overcome, an invincible Armado sunk, and twenty thousand Kings should perish, then her little finger ake, so zealous are they, and so tender of her good. They would all turn Friers for my sake, as she follows it, in hope by that means to meet, or see me again, as my Confessors, at stool-ball, or at barly-break:

And so afterwards when an importunate suiter came, If I had bid my Maid say that I was not at leisure, not within, busy, could not speak with him, he was instantly astonished, and stood like a pillar of marble; another went swearing, chafing, cursing, foaming.

Illa sibi vox ipsa Iovis violentior irâ, cum tonat, &c.

the voyce of a mandrake had been sweeter musick; but he to whom I gave entertainment, was in the Elysian fields, ravished for joy, quite beyond himself. ’Tis the generall humor of all Lovers, she is their stern, Pole-star, and guide.

Deliciumque animi, deliquiumque sui.

As a Tulipant to the Sun (which our Herbalists call Narcissus) when it shines, is Admirandus flos ad radios solis se pandens, a glorious Flower exposing it self; but when the Sun sets, or a tempest comes, it hides it self, pines away, and hath no pleasure left, (which Carolus Gonzaga, Duke of Mantua, in a cause not unlike, sometimes used for an Impress) so do all inamorates to their Mistress, she is their Sun, their Primum mobile, or anima informans; this one hath elegantly expressed by a windmill, still moved by the wind, which otherwise hath no motion of it self.

Sic tua ni spiret gratia, truncus ero.

He is wholly animated from her breath, his soul lives in her body, sola claves habet interitus & salutis, she keeps the keys of his life; his fortune ebbs and flows with her favour, a gracious or bad aspect turns him up or down,

Mens mea lucescit Lucia luce tuâ.

Howsoever his present state be pleasing or displeasing, ’tis continuate so long as he loves, he can do nothing, think of nothing but her; desire hath no rest, she is his Cynosure, Hesperus & Vesper, his morning and evening Star, his Goddess, his Mistress, his life, his soul, his every thing, dreaming, waking, she is always in his mouth; his heart, eys, ears, and all his thoughts are full of her. His Laura, his Victorina, his Columbina, Flavia, Flaminia, Cælia, Delia or Isabella, (call her how you will) she is the sole object of his senses, the substance of his soul, nidulus animæ suæ, he magnifies her above measure, totus in illa, full of her, can breath nothing but her.