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

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.

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