The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit / Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? / Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, / Or Love in a golden bowl?

And we are put on earth a little spaceThat we may learn to bear the beams of love.

When I tell any truth it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those who do.

The Eagle, he was lord above