C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


To shoot at crows is powder flung away.


  • Even the blackest of them all, the crow,
  • Renders good service as your man-at-arms,
  • Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail,
  • And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
  • Longfellow.

  • If the old shower-foretelling crow
  • Croak not her boding note in vain,
  • To-morrow’s eastern storm shall strow
  • The woods with leaves, with weeds the main.
  • Francis Horace.