Of the Labyrinth of Fancy.
THe reason why men run in such obscure conceits, is, because they think their wit will be esteemed, and seem more when it lies an odde and unusual way, which makes their verse not like a smooth running stream; but as if they were shelves of sand, or rocks in the way, and though the water in those places goeth with more force, and makes a greater sound: yet it goeth hard and uneasy. As if to expresse a thing hard, were to make it better, but the best poetry is plain to the understanding, of easy expressi∣ons, and ful of fresh & new conceits: like a beauty that every time it is looked upon discovers new graces; besides they do not one∣ly move passions, but make passions, for a right poetical wit turns hard and rough nature, to a soft, gentile, and kinde dis∣position: for verses are fine fancies, which are spun in the ima∣gination to a small and even thread, but some are worse spin∣sters then others.