She walksthe lady of my delight A sheperdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep. Alice MeynellThe Lady of the Lambs.
The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter. We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. Thos. L. PeacockThe Misfortunes of Elphin. The War-Song of Dinas Vawr.