So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. - John Dryden

The trumpet's loud clangor
Excites us to arms.

Whate’er he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.

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.