If you are only twice and not thrice removed from the truth--not an imitator or an image-maker, please to inform us what good you have ever done to mankind?
Is there any city which professes to have received laws from you, as Sicily and Italy have from Charondas, Sparta from Lycurgus, Athens from Solon?
Or was any war ever carried on by your counsels?
or is any invention attributed to you, as there is to Thales and Anacharsis?
Or is there any Homeric way of life, such as the Pythagorean was, in which you instructed men, and which is called after you?
'No, indeed; and Creophylus (Flesh-child) was even more unfortunate in his breeding than he was in his name, if, as tradition says, Homer in his lifetime was allowed by him and his other friends to starve.' Yes, but could this ever have happened if Homer had really been the educator of Hellas?
Would he not have had many devoted followers?
If Protagoras and Prodicus can persuade their contemporaries that no one can manage house or State without them, is it likely that Homer and Hesiod would have been allowed to go about as beggars--I mean if they had really been able to do the world any good ?--would not men have compelled them to stay where they were, or have followed them about in order to get education?
But they did not; and therefore we may infer that Homer and all the poets are only imitators, who do but imitate the appearances of things.

For as a painter by a knowledge of figure and colour can paint a cobbler without any practice in cobbling, so the poet can delineate any art in the colours of language, and give harmony and rhythm to the cobbler and also to the general; and you know how mere narration, when deprived of the ornaments of metre, is like a face which has lost the beauty of youth and never had any other.

Once more, the imitator has no knowledge of reality, but only of appearance.

The painter paints, and the artificer makes a bridle and reins, but neither understands the use of them--the knowledge of this is confined to the horseman; and so of other things.

Thus we have three arts: one of use, another of invention, a third of imitation; and the user furnishes the rule to the two others.
The flute-player will know the good and bad flute, and the maker will put faith in him; but the imitator will neither know nor have faith--neither science nor true opinion can be ascribed to him.
Imitation, then, is devoid of knowledge, being only a kind of play or sport, and the tragic and epic poets are imitators in the highest degree.
And now let us enquire, what is the faculty in man which answers to imitation.