Sunday, October 19, 2014


Word-for-Word Translation

Aurelian Townshend (1583-1649), "To the Right Honourable, the Lord Cary, Eldest Sonne to the Earle of Monmouth," lines 1-6, in his Poems and Masks, ed. E.K. Chambers (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1912), p. 43:
Verball Translators sticke to the bare Text,
Sometimes so close, the Reader is perplex't,
Finding the words, to finde the wit that sprung
From the first writer in his native tongue.
The spirit of an Authour being fled,
His naked lines looke like a body dead.
Hat tip: Ian Jackson.

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