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I Will Venture To Assert, That A Just Translation Of Any Ancient Poet In Rhyme Is Impossible. No Human Ingenuity Can Be Equal To The Task Of Closing Every Couplet With Sounds Homotonous, Expressing At The Same Time The Full Sense, And Only The Full Sense Of His Original.

Without One Friend, Above All Foes, Britannia Gives The World Repose.

No, Freedom Has A Thousand Charms To Show That Slaves, Howe'er Contented, Never Know.

Thus Happiness Depends, As Nature Shows, Less On Exterior Things Than Most Suppose.

Ever Let The Fancy Roam, Pleasure Never Is At Home.