Like lambs to the slaughter.
Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!
Take him away. Prepare a feast. Forget nothing. My crown: the golden cutlery. The poison bottles; and the fumes; the wreaths of ivy and the bloody joints; the chains; the bowl of nettles; the spices;...
It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.
In the divine Scriptures, there are shallows and there are deeps; shallows where the lamb may wade, and deeps where the elephant may swim.
A new world order can only be created if we establish an order where the powerful wolf cannot eat the weak lamb!
Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.
Gorgons and Hydras, and Chimaeras—dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies—may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition—but they were there before. They are transcripts, types—the archetypes a...
A lamb among wolves!
The Lord Jesus Christ is a blameless Lamb.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.