Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own; How he admires his halves And quarters--and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown. (Quote by - Thomas Hood)

The butcher in his killing clothes. (Quote by - Walt Whitman)

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter? (Quote by - William Shakespeare)

Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier. So they sell bullocks. (Quote by - William Shakespeare)