Note 219:4 — FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. (continued 4)

So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten." Æschylus: Fragm. 123 (Plumptre's Translation).

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. Byron: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line 826.

Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart. Thomas Moore: Corruption.