was at north-west and by south," because he would be sure to name
winds enough; than that, in truth, they feel those passions, which
easily, as I think, may be bewrayed by the same forcibleness, or
"energia" (as the Greeks call it), of the writer. But let this be a
sufficient, though short note, that we miss the right use of the
material point of poesy.

Now {91} for the outside of it, which is words, or (as I may term
it) diction, it is even well worse; so is that honey-flowing matron
eloquence, apparelled, or rather disguised, in a courtesan-like
painted affectation. One time with so far-fetched words, that many
seem monsters, but most seem strangers to any poor Englishman:
another time with coursing of a letter, as if they were bound to
follow the method of a dictionary: another time with figures and
flowers, extremely winter-starved.

But I would this fault were only peculiar to versifiers, and had not
as large possession among prose printers: and, which is to be
marvelled, among many scholars, and, which is to be pitied, among
some preachers. Truly, I could wish (if at least I might be so bold
to wish, in a thing beyond the reach of my capacity) the diligent
imitators of Tully and Demosthenes, most worthy to be imitated, did
not so much keep Nizolian paper-books {92} of their figures and
phrases, as by attentive translation, as it were, devour them whole,
and make them wholly theirs. For now they cast sugar and spice upon
every dish that is served at the table: like those Indians, not
content to wear ear-rings at the fit and natural place of the ears,
but they will thrust jewels through their nose and lips, because
they will be sure to be fine.