For the eagle there is a different law than for the pigeon.

If the eagle soars aloft through the ether to his eyry, bearing a lamb in his powerful claws, has he not a right to it--the right of superiority and power by God's grace?
Has he not as much right to the lamb as the pigeon to the pea which she finds in the dust?
If the pigeon by chance sees the eagle with his lamb, she cries, 'Zeter! mordio!' with the pea in her own bill, as if she were in a position to judge the eagle." "A beautiful picture," cried Goethe, joyfully--"a picture that would inspire me to indite a poem." "Write one, and call it for a souvenir 'The Eagle and the Dove.' Make it a reality, my eagle youth, bear off the white lamb to your eyry, and let the world, with its affected morality, say what it likes.

How can you bear to see the one you love at the side of another man?
Tell me, confess to me, is not the beautiful Charlotte von Stein your beloved ?" "Not in the sense you mean, duke, not in the vulgar sense of the word.

I love her, I adore her, with a pure and holy sentiment.

I would not that Charlotte should have cause to blush before her children on my account.
She would be desecrated to me if I, in my inmost soul, could imagine the blush of shame upon her cheek, or that her eye could brighten at other than great, beautiful, and noble acts.