Quote#Death
For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre
Quote byGeorge Lyttelton, 1st Baron Lyttelton · 1709–1773
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poetical Works (1801), "Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus", line 21, p. 141.
English (original)
For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
— George Lyttelton, 1st Baron Lyttelton
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