Falcons Quotes

The falcon and the dove sit there together,
And th' one of them doth prune the other's feather.

The falcon and the dove sit there together,
And th' one of them doth prune the other's feather.

Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
Admires the more

Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings?
Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?

On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl more

On Tuesday last
A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
more

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure.