THE SHEEP
SHEEP
From where I stand the sheep stand still
As stones against the stony hill.
The stones are gray
And so are they.
And both are weatherworn and round,
Leading the eye back to the ground.
Two mingled flocks -
The sheep, the rocks.
And still no sheep stirs from its place
Or lifts its Babylonian face.
Robert Francis
And, sir, said Christiana, pray let us see some more. So he had them into the slaughter-
house, where the butcher was killing a sheep; and, behold, the sheep was quiet, and took her
death patiently. Then said the Interpreter, You must learn of this sheep to suffer, and to put
up with wrongs without murmurings and complaints. Behold how quietly she takes her
death, and without objecting, she suffereth her skin to be pulled over her cars. Your King
doth call you his sheep.
John Bunyan, The Pilgrim's Progress
Why of the sheep do you not learn peace?"
"Because I don't want you to shear my fleece."
William Blake
Wolves are such furious and mortal enemies of the sheep, that they cherish and main-
tain that antipathy even after death. For if you bang upon a tambourine fashioned of wolf-
skin, in the vicinity of other tambourines fashioned of sheep-skin, these latter will be in-
capable of a sound- or (as some contend) the skins thereof will burst.
Giovanni Battista Porta, Natural Magic
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