”The Sheep was sacrific’d on no pretence,
But meek and unresisting innocence.
A patient, useful creature, born to bear
The warm and woolly fleece, that cloth’d her murderer;
And daily to give down the milk she bred,
A tribute for the grass, on which she fed.
Living, both food and raiment she supplies,
And is of least advantage, when she dies…” ~Ovid