Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under the influence of the evil eye.
Jacopo SannazaroHannibal Lecter: You fly back to school, now, little Starling. Fly, fly, fly...
The Silence of the LambsBasset Hounds never get scared. We’re fearless, resolute and know how to season a good lamb chop.
Duke & Michel: The Mysterious CorridorTis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have her nonsense respected.
The Life, Letters and Writings of Charles Lamb