Falcons

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

"The lady traveler said the falcon was the bird of royals, to which my father replied, – birds do not distinguish one type of man from another but will accept any Master who treats them with dignity."

"The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove."

"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?"

"Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim At objects in an airy height; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight."

"A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd."

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