Come hearken how he says, in verse,
That poets always lie — or, worse,
That to their everlasting shame
They ever vie for petty fame:
For their unbounded vanity
Will lead them far from piety;
For they live not the holy writ
Whose deed is but to utter it.
(cf. The Birth of Tragedy, ยง7)
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