Quote#Speech
When to her lute Corinna sings
Quote byThomas Campion · 1567–1620
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Book of Ayres (1601), When to Her Lute Corinna Sings, st. 1.
English (original)
When to her lute Corinna sings, Her voice revives the leaden strings, And both in highest notes appear, As any challeng'd echo clear. But when she doth of mourning speak, Ev’n with her sighs the strings do break.
— Thomas Campion
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