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I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
— Hawks
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
When I bestride him I soar, I am a hawk.
No marvel, an it like your majesty,And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch.
Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soarAbove the morning lark.
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beakAnd stared with his foot on the prey.
She rears her young on yonder tree;God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.
