|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Changed to a lapwing by th avenging god,|
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
And oft on soaring pinions hoverd oer
The lofty palace then his own no more.
BeattieVergil. Pastoral 6.
|The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.|
ChaucerThe Parlement of Fowles. L. 47.
|Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,|
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
GoldsmithDeserted Village. L. 44.
|For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs|
Close by the ground, to near our conference.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 25.