To cite another case, the following lines of _Paradise Lost_ may be compared with the treatment accorded by Euripides to the same subject: Oh, why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest Heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on Earth, this fair defect Of Nature, and not fill the World at once With men as Angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind? Euripides wrote: ὦ Ζεῦ, τί δὴ κίβδηλον ἀνθρώποις κακόν, γυναῖκας ἐς φῶς ἡλίου κατῴκισας; εἰ γὰρ βρότειον ἤθελες σπεῖραι γένος, οὐκ ἐκ γυναικῶν χρῆν παρασχέσθαι τόδε.[41] Apart, however, from the process to which allusion is made above, very many instances may, of course, be cited, of translations properly so called which have reproduced not merely the exact sense but the vigour of the original idea in a foreign language with little or no resort to paraphrase. What can be better than Cowley's translation of Claudian's lines?-- Ingentem meminit parvo qui germine quercum Aequaevumque videt consenuisse nemus. A neighbouring wood born with himself he sees, And loves his old contemporary trees, thus, as Gibbon says,[42] improving on the original, inasmuch as, being a good botanist, Cowley "concealed the oaks under a more general expression." Take also the case of the well-known Latin epigram: Omne epigramma sit instar apis: sit aculeus illi; Sint sua mella; sit et corporis exigui. It has frequently been translated, but never more felicitously or accurately than by the late Lord Wensleydale: Be epigrams like bees; let them have stings; And Honey too, and let them be small things. On the other hand, the attempt to adhere too closely to the text of the original and to reject paraphrase sometimes leads to results which can scarcely be described as other than the reverse of felicitous. An instance in point is Sappho's lines: καὶ γὰρ αἰ φεύγει, ταχέως διώξει, αἰ δὲ δῶρα μὴ δέκετ', ἄλλα δώσει, αἰ δὲ μὴ φίλει, ταχέως φιλήσει κωὐκ ἐθέλοισα. So great a master of verse as Mr. Headlam translated thus: The pursued shall soon be the pursuer! Gifts, though now refusing, yet shall bring Love the lover yet, and woo the wooer, Though heart it wring! Many of Mr. Headlam's translations are, however, excellent, more especially those from English into Greek. He says in his preface: "Greek, in my experience, is easier to write than English." He has admirably reproduced the pathetic simplicity of Herrick's lines: Here a pretty baby lies, Sung to sleep with Lullabies; Pray be silent and not stir The easy earth that covers her. μήτηρ βαυκαλόωσά μ' ἐκοίμισεν· ἀτρέμα βαῖνε μὴ 'γείρῃς κούφην γῆν μ' ἐπιεσσόμενον.