Shakespaerian Crows

 

#1

Come, seeling Night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful Day,
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond
Which keeps me pale! -- Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood;
Good things of Day begin to droop and drowse,
Whiles Night's black agents do their preys do rouse.
Macbeth 3.2.46-53, (Macbeth to Lady Macbeth)

#2

How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low.
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles.
King Lear 4.6.11-14

#3

The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
Hamlet 3.2.256 (Hamlet encouraging the dumb show)

#4

The raven himself is hoarse
Thar croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.
Macbeth1.5.37-9 (Lady Macbeth)