|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|To shoot at crows is powder flung away.|
Gay. Ep. IV. Last line.
| Only last night he felt deadly sick, and, after a great deal of pain, two black crows flew out of his mouth and took wing from the room.|
Gesta RomanorumTale XLV.
|Even the blackest of them all, the crow,|
Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail.
And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
LongfellowTales of a Wayside Inn. The Poets Tale. Birds of Killingworth. St. 19.
| Light thickens; and the crow|
Makes wing to the rooky wood.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 49.
|The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark|
When neither is attended.
Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 102.
|As the many-winterd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.|
TennysonLocksley Hall. St. 34.