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He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the
bush.

He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the
bush.

by Plutarch Found in: Birds Quotes,
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A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
[A feather in hand is better than read more

A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
[A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air.]

by George Herbert Found in: Birds Quotes,
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Dame Nature's minstrels.

Dame Nature's minstrels.

by Bishop Gavin Douglas Found in: Birds Quotes,
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Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

by Marcus Valerius Martial Found in: Birds Quotes,
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That byrd ys nat honest
That fylythe hys owne nest.

That byrd ys nat honest
That fylythe hys owne nest.

by John Skelton Found in: Birds Quotes,
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You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

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I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

by Victor Hugo Found in: Birds Quotes,
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The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays read more

The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
For his song is all the joy of life,
And we in the mad spring weather,
We two have listened till he sang
Our hearts and lips together.

by William Ernest Henley Found in: Birds Quotes,
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When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scattered lie,
When from neither hill or dale,
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When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scattered lie,
When from neither hill or dale,
Chants the silvery nightingale:
In these works my bleeding heart
Would to thee its brief impart;
When I thus thy image lose
Can I, ah! can I, e'er know repose?

by Karl Herrlossohn Found in: Birds Quotes,
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