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That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
- Martial (Marcus Valerius Martialis),
Epigrams (bk. XIV, ep. 67)
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
- John Minsheu (Minshew)
Birds, the free tenants of earth, air, and ocean,
Their forms all symmetry, their motions grace,
In plumage delicate and beautiful,
Thick without burthen; close as fish's scales,
Or loose as full blown poppies on the gale;
With wings that seem as they'd a soul within them,
They bear their owners with such sweet en-chantment.
- James Montgomery
Every bird that upwards swings
Bears the Cross upon its wings.
- ascribed to John Mason Neale
See the enfranchised bird, who wildly springs,
With a keen sparkle in his glowing eye
And a strong effort in his quivering wings,
Up to the blue vault of the happy sky.
- Lady Caroline Sheridan Norton (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton)
He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the bush.
- Plutarch, Of Garrulity
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
- Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven (st. 8)
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
- Alexander Pope, Pastorals--Spring (l. 23)
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
The birds, great Nature's happy commoners, that haunt in woods in meads; and flowery gardens, rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits.
- Nicholas Rowe
The nightingale, if he should sing by day, when every goose is cackling, would be thought no better a musician than the wren. How many things by season seasoned are to their right praise and true perfection!
- William Shakespeare
The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill--
. . . .
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.
- William Shakespeare,
A Midsummer Night's Dream
(Bottom at III, i)
I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
- William Shakespeare,
King Henry the Fourth, Part II
(Lancaster at V, v)
That byrd ys nat honest
That fylythe hys owne nest.
- John Skelton, Poems Against Garnesche
That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings.
- William C. Somerville, The Chace
We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.
- John Webster
With sonorous notes
Of every tone, mix'd in confusion sweet, Our forest rings.
- Carlos Wilcox
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