The Ionian god-wit, nor the ginny-hen
Could not go down my belly then
More sweet than olives that new-gathered be,
From fattest branches of the tree,
Or the herb sorrel that loves meadows still,
Or mallows loosing bodies ill.
B. Jonson.
Of the same character for rigid fidelity, is the translation of Juvenal by Holiday, a writer of great learning, and even of critical acuteness, as the excellent commentary on his author fully shews.
Omnibus in terris quæ sunt a Gadibus usque
Auroram et Gangem, pauci dignoscere possunt