Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.
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Poets wish to profit or to please.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Poets aim to either gain something from their work or bring joy to others.
This quote reflects the dual purpose of poetry and literature, suggesting that poets are driven by two main motivations: the desire to achieve personal gain, whether that be financial, recognition, or influence, and the wish to provide pleasure and inspiration to their audience. It highlights the complexity of artistic creation, where the motives can intertwine between personal fulfillment and the joy of sharing art with the world.
Themes
PoetryArtMotivationPleasureProfit
In practice
Example use cases
During a literary event, one might say this quote to highlight the motivations of poets in their creations.
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