She rears her young on yonder tree;
She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em;
Like us, for fish she sails to sea,
And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em.
Yo, ho, my hearts! let's seek the deep,
Ply every oar, and cheerly with her,
While slow the bending net we sweep,
God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.
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The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
And stared with his foot on the prey.
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
And stared with his foot on the prey.
No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
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No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
The nets not stretched to catch the hawk,
Or kite, who do us wrong; but laid for those
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The nets not stretched to catch the hawk,
Or kite, who do us wrong; but laid for those
Who do us none at all.
[Lat., Non rete accipitri tenditur, neque miluo,
Qui male faciunt nobis: illis qui nihil faciunt tenditur.]
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch,
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth,
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Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch,
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth,
Between two blades, which bears the better temper,
Between two horses, which doth bear him best,
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know
a hawk from a handsaw.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know
a hawk from a handsaw.
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.
Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.
Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.
