You May Also Like / View all maxioms
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
Seven cities warr'd for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shroud his head.
Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
[Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]
Unless the Lord keep the city the watchman waketh in vain.
[Lat., Nisi Dominus frustra.]
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of read more
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous
Dark beauty flowering under veils,
Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style:
A village like an instinct left to rust,
Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the read more
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount
Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid.
God made the country, and man made the town.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
Even cities have their graves!
Even cities have their graves!
