Imagination in a poet is a faculty so wild and lawless that, like a high ranging spaniel, it must have clogs tied to it, lest it outrun the judgment. The great easiness of blank verse renders the poet too luxuriant. He is tempted to say many things which might better be omitted, or, at least shut up in fewer words.
John DrydenMen are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John Dryden