Sorrow is that other character, and inseparable companion, as individual as Saint Cosmus and Damian, fidus Achates, as all writers witness, a common symptom, a continual, and still without any evident cause, [2497]_moerent omnes, et si roges eos reddere causam, non possunt_:  grieving still, but why they cannot tell:  Agelasti, moesti, cogitabundi, they look as if they had newly come forth of Trophonius’ den.  And though they laugh many times, and seem to be extraordinary merry (as they will by fits), yet extreme lumpish again in an instant, dull and heavy, semel et simul, merry and sad, but most part sad:  [2498]_Si qua placent, abeunt; inimica tenacius haerent_:  sorrow sticks by them still continually, gnawing as the vulture did [2499]Titius’ bowels, and they cannot avoid it.  No sooner are their eyes open, but after terrible and troublesome dreams their heavy hearts begin to sigh:  they are still fretting, chafing, sighing, grieving, complaining, finding faults, repining, grudging, weeping, Heautontimorumenoi, vexing themselves, [2500]disquieted in mind, with restless, unquiet thoughts, discontent, either for their own, other men’s or public affairs, such as concern them not; things past, present, or to come, the remembrance of some disgrace, loss, injury, abuses, &c. troubles them now being idle afresh, as if it were new done; they are afflicted otherwise for some danger, loss, want, shame, misery, that will certainly come, as they suspect and mistrust.  Lugubris Ate frowns upon them, insomuch that Areteus well calls it angorem animi, a vexation of the mind, a perpetual agony.  They can hardly be pleased, or eased, though in other men’s opinion most happy, go, tarry, run, ride, [2501]—­post equitem sedet atra cura:  they cannot avoid this feral plague, let them come in what company they will, [2502]_haeret leteri lethalis arundo_, as to a deer that is struck, whether he run, go, rest with the herd, or alone, this grief remains:  irresolution, inconstancy, vanity of mind, their fear, torture, care, jealousy, suspicion, &c., continues, and they cannot be relieved.  So [2503]he complained in the poet,

       “Domum revertor moestus, atque animo fere
        Perturbato, atque incerto prae aegritudine,
        Assido, accurrunt servi:  succos detrahunt,
        Video alios festinare, lectos sternere,
        Coenam apparare, pro se quisque sedulo
        Faciebant, quo illam mihi lenirent miseriam.”

“He came home sorrowful, and troubled in his mind, his servants did all they possibly could to please him; one pulled off his socks, another made ready his bed, a third his supper, all did their utmost endeavours to ease his grief, and exhilarate his person, he was profoundly melancholy, he had lost his son, illud angebat, that was his Cordolium, his pain, his agony which could not be removed.”