If you want to get a real flavor of what the Elizabethans were grooving on, then you have to read Raleigh, and try to imagine how he was railroaded. Lyly is another extreme of that same time and place. A juggler of rhetoric. Prose that today would be called free verse, I think.
Read him aloud and imagine all the courtly back stabbings that are going on in the meantime. Not Lee Child, for sure. With all those stones in his mouth, Demosthenes might have choked to death had he been reciting LyLy to the sea .
OK, put John Lyly on the left and Charles Bukowski on the right. .. or the other way around?