The World To Bacon Does Not Only

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Prodigious Actions May As Well Be Done, By Weaver's Issue, As The Prince's Son.

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.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.