Falcons

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

“The red rose whispers of passion,And the white rose is a dove.”

“Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?”

“Our hopes, like towering falcons, aimIs 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;For then she never looks upon her lure.”