What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding waysOf hoar antiquity, but strown with flowers.thomas warton
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.thomas hardy
All faith is false, all faith is true. Truth is the shattered mirror strown in myriad bits, while each believes his little bit the whole to own.