I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such a — Socrates
I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such a — Socrates
I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such a — Socrates
I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such a — Socrates
I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such a — Socrates
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I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.

— Socrates
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