I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O Solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

-Cowper,William
  Poems,'Verses Supposed to be Written by Alexander Selkirk, During His Solitary Abode in the Island of  Juan Fernandez'.

And all small fowlys singis on the spray: Welcum the lord of lycht and lamp of day.

-Douglas, Gavin
c.1513  Eneados, bk.12, prologue. English poet.  Only  one  volume  of  his  poems  was  published in his lifetime,  and he was  killed in action  shortly  after  the D-Day landings in Normandy.

Speech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over a full nest.Your still fowl, blinking at youwithout remark, mayall thewhilebesittingonone addled egg; and when it takes to cackling will have nothing to announce but that addled delusion.

-Eliot, George pseudonym of  MaryAnn Evans
  Felix Holt, ch.15.

Pussy said to the Owl,'You elegant Fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows, And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose.

-Lear, Edward
Nonsense Songs, Stories, Botany and  Alphabets,'The Owl and the Pussy-Cat'.