An ill weed grows apace. - George Chapman

Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'...

'Tis immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.

Achilles' baneful wrath resound, O Goddess, that imposed
Infinite sorrows on the Greeks, and many brave souls loosed
From breasts heroic, sent them far to that invisible cave
That no light comforts, and their limbs to dogs and vultures gave;
To all which Jove's will gave effect; from whom first strife begun
Betwixt Atrides, king of men, and Thetis' godlike son.