To warm their little loves the birds complain.

To warm their little loves the birds complain.

Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.

Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.

A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
[A feather in hand is better than read more

A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
[A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air.]

Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
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Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
The dialect they speak, where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought?
Whose household words are songs in many keys,
Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.

He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the
bush.

He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the
bush.