|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Good-morrow to thy sable beak,|
And glossy plumage, dark and sleek,
Thy crimson moon and azure eye,
Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!
Joanna BaillieThe Black Cock. St. 1.
|While the cock with lively din|
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack or the barn door
Stoutly struts his dames before.
|The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,|
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 150.
| The early village cock|
Hath twice done salutation to the morn.
Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 209.
|Hark, hark! I hear|
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 384.