A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word

It Is Almost Impossible To Translate Verbally And Well At The Same Time; For The Latin (a Most Severe And Compendious Language) Often Expresses That In One Word Which Either The Barbarity Or The Narrowness Of Modern Tongues Cannot Supply In More. ...but Since Every Language Is So Full Of Its Own Proprieties That What Is Beautiful In One Is Often Barbarous, Nay, Sometimes Nonsense, In Another, It Would Be Unreasonable To Limit A Translator To The Narrow Compass Of His Author's Words; It Is Enough If He Choose Out Some Expression Which Does Not Vitiate The Sense.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.