Cowley’s Lute, an allusion to
Enough, my Muse, of Earthly things,
And inspirations but of wind,
Take up thy Lute, and to it bind
Loud and everlasting strings;
And on’em play, and to’em sing,
The happy mournful stories,
The Lamentable glories,
Of the great Crucified King.
From Abraham Cowley, Works (1668);