Or have you markd a partridge quake, Viewing the towering falcon nigh? She cuddles low behind the brake: Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly. PriorThe Dove. St. 14.
Who finds the partridge in the puttocks nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 191.
Like as a feareful partridge, that is fledd From the sharpe hauke which her attacked neare, And falls to ground to seeke for succor theare, Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye, With greedy jawes her ready for to teare. SpenserFaerie Queene. Bk. III. Canto VIII. St. 33.