_LOVE_ is the _first Impression_ that affects the APPETITE; proceeding from the _Pleasure_ conceiv’d in a _Real_ or _Imaginary GOOD_. IT is the _CEMENT_ of _Affections_, and the _Effect_ of a certain _Congruity of Minds_; sympathetically arising from the _DIASTOLE_ and _SYSTOLE_ of _affected Hearts_. IT is (as a certain _Author_ defines it) a sacred _Frenzy_ of the _Soul_, and a _Divine Madness_, elevating _Men_ to the Pitch of _Saints_, and rendring them the Care of Benigner DÆMONS: so far that they are every where _safe_, being under the Protection of _GODS_ and _Men_; as the _Poet_ familiarly expresses it, _Quisquis Amore tenetur, eat tutúsq; sacèrq_;—— IT is a kind of a wonderful satisfactory _Death_, and a voluntary _Separation_ of SOUL and BODY. The LOVER’S _Mind_ is in _one Place_; his _Body_, in _Another_; and _He_ himself is _No Where_, if he be not with the _Object_ of his _LOVE_: So that (in a manner) it transforms the _LOVER_ into the _Object beloved_; and all this without any _evident Trouble_, or if there be any _Trouble_, still the _Trouble_ is _lov’d_, with apparent Satisfaction and Delight. As it is ingeniously said, _Ubi Amatur, non laboratur; & si laboratur, labor Amatur_. _LOVE_ always springs and blooms with fresh _Desires_, with young and vigorous _Inclinations_. It is so riveted in our _Natures_, that our _Blood_ must first grow cold and be congeal’d by _Death_, before this _FLAME_ can be extinguish’d: Nay, sometimes it is more _fervent_, tho’ of shorter Duration, in our _latest Hours_, than in our _Prime_. For like as the _OIL_ which feeds a _Lamp_, when almost spent, the _startled Flame_ begins to rouze itself, and _burn afresh_, as if it would fain subsist a _little longer_; tho’ on the very DREGS of its accustomed Fuel, it crackles and flashes with greater _Noise_ and _Lustre_ than before, but presently _expires_: So does the _Amorous Fire_, when we are nearest our _Dissolution_, begin to trouble us most, and makes our SOUL to blaze with greater FEVERS of _Desire_ and _Grief_, knowing its _Period_ to be near at hand. _LOVE_ is like the _Palm-Tree_, the more oppressed with _Weights_, the _Higher_ it grows. It always desires to encrease, dilate, and stretch itself farther still, leading to an _Harmonious Union_ of HEARTS. _Riches_ cannot purchase _Love_. Neither _Threats_ nor _Violence_ can either force or restrain it; which being free by _Nature_, as proceeding from the _Freedom of the Will_, disdains all COMPULSION; _subduing_ all, and _unsubdued_ by any Opposition. In short, it is so generous, that whereas all other _Affections_ and _Actions_ aim at different _Rewards_; _LOVE_ only is contented with _Love_, holding nothing else as a _sufficient Recompence_. _LOVE_ made _Ulysses_, rather than forsake his dear _Penelope_, refuse _IMMORTALITY_ itself at _Calipso_’s hands.