|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|That eagles fate and mine are one,|
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espyd a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
Waller.To a Lady singing.
|Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume|
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom.
Tom Moore.Corruption, Vol. III. Page 25.
|So the struck eagle,
Viewd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wingd the shaft that quivered in his heart;
Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel
He nursd the pinion which impelled the steel.
Byron.English Bards, etc. (On Kirke White.)