Immoral" is the judgment of the stalled ox on the gamboling lamb.
I used to think all poets were Byronic Mad, bad and dangerous to know. And then I met a few. See Lamb 486:25.
I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here. ” I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.
And like lambs to a slaughter we shall follow.
A lamb in a city of wolves.
From all that dims Thy Calvary, O Lamb of God, deliver me.
I won't eat veal, and my mum won't eat lamb, because she thinks it's a bit harsh to eat cute things.
Playing Destroyo, who was sort of a Silence Of The Lambs type character, I'd say I was wearing about 50 pounds of rubber and foam rubber and makeup. But I had no idea who The Tick was. I'm not a big graphic-novel guy. I don't even know if The Tick was a graphic novel!
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.
Either sin is with you, lying on your shoulders, or it is lying on Christ, the Lamb of God.
Unless you see yourself standing there with the shrieking crowd, full of hostility and hatred for the holy and innocent Lamb of God, you don’t really understand the nature and depth of your sin or the necessity of the cross.
If you do not receive Christ as the Lamb who saves and delivers, you will face Him as the Lion who stalks and devours.
Which is worse? the wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.
Go into the largest livestock operation, search out the darkest and tiniest stall or pen, single out the filthiest, most forlorn little lamb or pig or calf, and that is one of God's creatures you're looking at, morally indistinguishable from your beloved Fluffy or Frisky.
You might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.
A lamb appears a lion, and we fear Each bush we see's a bear.
Lamb is such a beautiful thing.
An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.
My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.