“Timotheus, to his breathing flute,
And sounding lyre,
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.”

—  John Dryden

Source: Alexander’s Feast http://www.bartleby.com/40/265.html (1697), l. 158–159.

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English poet and playwright of the XVIIth century 1631–1700

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