Illine has lacrymas. Ovid succeeds admirably in describing the softer passions; he paints always according to life and nature. In the first transports of grief, we open ourselves to all whom we meet, and are apt to fancy they will take part in our sorrows. Afterwards, finding little relief, we retire to woods and deserts, and indulge our melancholy in gloomy solitude.
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