It is indeed no less certain on the Reverse, that a Man is as much provoked to see an ill Picture of his Friend, or Mistress, as he is pleased to see a good one; and it is just the same in Translations. But it is evident that the _bare Understanding_ of a Poet (as that Word is commonly used) is not the _only_ Argument of one's _truly_ understanding him: that is, understanding him as a _Poet_. Because what I have just now said, concerning the Agreeableness of a good Translation, holds as true, when it is from our own Language to another, as when it is from another to our own. It may be presumed that _Milton_'s _Paradise Lost_, being in _English_, is well _understood_ (vulgarly speaking) by _Englishmen_. But notwithstanding That, were it possible (as I think it is not) to have all That amazing Poem as well translated into _Latin_, or _Greek_, as some Parts of it certainly may be; with what Pleasure should we read it! And he who would not read such a Translation with Pleasure, will, I believe, be allowed by all who have a right Taste of Poetry not _truly_ to understand the Original. Besides what I have said concerning the Delight arising from Imitation, Comparison, and Variety, which respects the Relation between the Version, and the Original; the Translator's Work, even to Those who understand the Original, is in a great measure a _New Poem_: The Thought, and Contrivance are his Author's; but his Language, and the Turn of his Versification, and Expressions, are his own. What I have offered upon this Subject relates to Translations in general: Of my own in particular I have nothing to say, but what I have said before; which is to submit it to the Judgment of Others.