We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none: for salvation, but it is far off from us.

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.

Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows? / Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with them, unto the name of the LORD thy God, and to the Holy One of Israel, because he hath glorified thee.

Don't cry while you are reading the book wait until you are done reading it.

And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.

As the hawk is wont to pursue the trembling doves. [Lat., Ut solet accipiter trepidas agitare columbas.]