A Quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Many a crown
Covers bald foreheads. — © Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Many a crown Covers bald foreheads.
It has long been believed that a man who gets bald across the front of his head is a thinker while a man who gets bald on the crown of his head is a lover. It follows, certainly, that a man who gets bald all over his head thinks he's a lover.
Covers, so many covers, so many different, delectable pictures, and although, metaphorically speaking, it is the thing I hate most, when it comes to literature I always judge books by their covers. First the cover will catch my eye, then I read the back of the book, and then finally the first page.
I was a young actor who was bald, but at that time, there was a thing on television that - there was a prototype or a stereotype of a principal who was bald and mean with glasses, or there was... the angry boss who was bald.
I've always wanted to be bald. I mean it, completely bald. Wouldn't it be great to be bald in the rain?
At the concert I'm going to crown the best looking man, Mr. Tampa. Bald men definitely have an edge.
This crown to crown the laughing man, this rose-wreath crown: I myself have set this crown upon my head, I myself have pronounced my laughter holy.
Women wear many hats in their lives. Daughter, sister, student, breadwinner. But no matter where we are or what we’re doing, one hat that moms never take off is the crown of motherhood. There is no crown more glorious.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Basically, they had asked me if I would shave my head or wear a bald cap. I said look, if you are doing a series for five years I would want to shave my hair because I would go bald with all the gum and glue from the bald cap.
Adrenaline is wonderful. It covers pain. It covers dementia. It covers everything.
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
We are all making a crown for Jesus out of these daily lives of ours, either a crown of golden, divine love, studded with gems of sacrifice and adoration, or a thorny crown, filled with the cruel briars of unbelief, or selfishness, and sin.
When I was bald, I went through a period where I seemed to do nothing except TV programmes about being bald.
You don't find me too bald, do you? Old, and bald, and with a belly?
Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders Far too many men dressed up as soldiers The lamb is brought to the ground Under the weight of the Crown A crown of thorns and dark deeds The swastika and the hammer and sickle Are symbols that reap only weeds
My whole career, I was pretty much bald. So, people just got to know me as being a bald guy.
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