It was the lark, the herald of the morn. [ William Shakespeare ]

Rise with the lark and with the lark to bed. [ Tames Hurdis ]

What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye? [ William Shakespeare ]

Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest.
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high.
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
The sun ariseth in his majesty;
Who doth the world so gloriously behold,
That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. [ William Shakespeare ]

One leg of a lark is worth the whole body of a kite. [ Proverb ]

Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies. [ Burke ]

The sphere-harmony of a Shakespeare, of a Goethe, the cathedral music of a Milton, the humble, genuine lark-notes of a Burns. [ Carlyle ]

It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. [ William Shakespeare ]