Bird Quotes by William Shakespeare

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

— William Shakespeare

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

— William Shakespeare

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

— William Shakespeare

The eagle suffers little birds to sing.

— William Shakespeare

Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

— William Shakespeare

Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious or bird fair, Be absent hence!

— William Shakespeare

I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.

— William Shakespeare

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

— William Shakespeare

To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

— William Shakespeare

For the poor wren (The most diminutive of birds) will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

— William Shakespeare

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

— William Shakespeare

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

— William Shakespeare

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

— William Shakespeare

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

— William Shakespeare

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.

— William Shakespeare

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks…

— William Shakespeare

Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto…

— William Shakespeare

It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field…

— William Shakespeare

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another…

— William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither,…

— William Shakespeare

Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very…

— William Shakespeare

Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long:…

— William Shakespeare

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy…

— William Shakespeare

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow…

— William Shakespeare

When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For…

— William Shakespeare

No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost…

— William Shakespeare

King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see…

— William Shakespeare

Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds…

— William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which…

— William Shakespeare

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any…

— William Shakespeare

I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling,would be thought No better a musician than…

— William Shakespeare

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.

— William Shakespeare

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

— William Shakespeare

The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his…

— William Shakespeare

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

— William Shakespeare

“These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of…

— William Shakespeare

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep…

— William Shakespeare