Quote#Pride
Awake, awake, my Lyre!
Quote byAbraham Cowley · 1618–1667
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Davideis, Book III, Song, st. 1.
English (original)
Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so exalted she And I so lowly be Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
— Abraham Cowley
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