To all this Don Quixote said in reply, "Children, senor, are portions of

their parents' bowels, and therefore, be they good or bad, are to be

loved as we love the souls that give us life; it is for the parents to

guide them from infancy in the ways of virtue, propriety, and worthy

Christian conduct, so that when grown up they may be the staff of their

parents' old age, and the glory of their posterity; and to force them to

study this or that science I do not think wise, though it may be no harm

to persuade them; and when there is no need to study for the sake of pane

lucrando, and it is the student's good fortune that heaven has given him

parents who provide him with it, it would be my advice to them to let him

pursue whatever science they may see him most inclined to; and though

that of poetry is less useful than pleasurable, it is not one of those

that bring discredit upon the possessor. Poetry, gentle sir, is, as I

take it, like a tender young maiden of supreme beauty, to array, bedeck,

and adorn whom is the task of several other maidens, who are all the rest

of the sciences; and she must avail herself of the help of all, and all

derive their lustre from her. But this maiden will not bear to be

handled, nor dragged through the streets, nor exposed either at the

corners of the market-places, or in the closets of palaces. She is the

product of an Alchemy of such virtue that he who is able to practise it,

will turn her into pure gold of inestimable worth. He that possesses her

must keep her within bounds, not permitting her to break out in ribald

satires or soulless sonnets. She must on no account be offered for sale,

unless, indeed, it be in heroic poems, moving tragedies, or sprightly and

ingenious comedies. She must not be touched by the buffoons, nor by the

ignorant vulgar, incapable of comprehending or appreciating her hidden

treasures. And do not suppose, senor, that I apply the term vulgar here

merely to plebeians and the lower orders; for everyone who is ignorant,

be he lord or prince, may and should be included among the vulgar. He,

then, who shall embrace and cultivate poetry under the conditions I have

named, shall become famous, and his name honoured throughout all the

civilised nations of the earth. And with regard to what you say, senor,

of your son having no great opinion of Spanish poetry, I am inclined to

think that he is not quite right there, and for this reason: the great

poet Homer did not write in Latin, because he was a Greek, nor did Virgil

write in Greek, because he was a Latin; in short, all the ancient poets

wrote in the language they imbibed with their mother's milk, and never

went in quest of foreign ones to express their sublime conceptions; and

that being so, the usage should in justice extend to all nations, and the

German poet should not be undervalued because he writes in his own

language, nor the Castilian, nor even the Biscayan, for writing in his.

But your son, senor, I suspect, is not prejudiced against Spanish poetry,

but against those poets who are mere Spanish verse writers, without any

knowledge of other languages or sciences to adorn and give life and

vigour to their natural inspiration; and yet even in this he may be

wrong; for, according to a true belief, a poet is born one; that is to

say, the poet by nature comes forth a poet from his mother's womb; and

following the bent that heaven has bestowed upon him, without the aid of

study or art, he produces things that show how truly he spoke who said,

'Est Deus in nobis,' etc. At the same time, I say that the poet by nature

who calls in art to his aid will be a far better poet, and will surpass

him who tries to be one relying upon his knowledge of art alone. The

reason is, that art does not surpass nature, but only brings it to

perfection; and thus, nature combined with art, and art with nature, will

produce a perfect poet. To bring my argument to a close, I would say

then, gentle sir, let your son go on as his star leads him, for being so

studious as he seems to be, and having already successfully surmounted

the first step of the sciences, which is that of the languages, with

their help he will by his own exertions reach the summit of polite

literature, which so well becomes an independent gentleman, and adorns,

honours, and distinguishes him, as much as the mitre does the bishop, or

the gown the learned counsellor. If your son write satires reflecting on

the honour of others, chide and correct him, and tear them up; but if he

compose discourses in which he rebukes vice in general, in the style of

Horace, and with elegance like his, commend him; for it is legitimate for

a poet to write against envy and lash the envious in his verse, and the

other vices too, provided he does not single out individuals; there are,

however, poets who, for the sake of saying something spiteful, would run

the risk of being banished to the coast of Pontus. If the poet be pure in

his morals, he will be pure in his verses too; the pen is the tongue of

the mind, and as the thought engendered there, so will be the things that

it writes down. And when kings and princes observe this marvellous

science of poetry in wise, virtuous, and thoughtful subjects, they

honour, value, exalt them, and even crown them with the leaves of that

tree which the thunderbolt strikes not, as if to show that they whose

brows are honoured and adorned with such a crown are not to be assailed

by anyone."




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