Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insects gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings? PopeEssay on Man. Ep. III. L. 53.
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty; And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorgd, For then she never looks upon her lure. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 193.