Coacta. I loathed food, and swallowed it with reluctance. Canace's describing herself as wholly a stranger to love, and wondering at its effects, as not knowing whence they came, is an ingenious supposition of the poet, and, by spreading an agreeable variety over the subject, heightens the reader's pleasure.
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