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Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

John Milton, Henry John Todd (1852). “The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors; and with Some Account of the Life and Writings of Milton, Derived Principally from Original Documents in Her Majesty's State-paper Office”, p.71

Waking or sleeping, I see a wreck, And hear a cry from a reeling deck!

John Greenleaf Whittier (1873). “The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier”, p.226

If you're not a wreck in this business, you're not around.

"Biography/ Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.

I know some amazing actors who are not mortified every moment of the day, so my feeling is that maybe you don't have to be a wreck to be good.

"Jesse Eisenberg: Knocked sideways". Interview with Oliver Burkeman, www.theguardian.com. April 29, 2011.

I'd hate to list our specialties. Wreck cars, eat doughnuts, create mayhem.

Janet Evanovich, Lee Goldberg (2016). “Janet Evanovich 3-Book Variety Summer Bundle: The Heist, Wicked Business, Smokin' Seventeen”, p.626, Bantam

I have to admit that I was a little nervous when I showed up for my first official 'Wreck-It Ralph' recording session.

"Jane Lynch on How She Almost Wreck-It Ralph -ed Her Career". Interview with Jim Hill, www.huffingtonpost.com. November 2, 2012.

I can't afford to die. It would wreck my image.

"Jack LaLanne Dies: Who the Fitness Guru Really Was" by John Robbins, www.huffingtonpost.com. January 24, 2011.

Implacable I, the implacable Sea; Implacable most when most I smile serene- Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.

Herman Melville (1991). “Selected Poems of Herman Melville”, p.121, Fordham Univ Press

The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up.

Henry David Thoreau (2008). “Cape Cod: Illustrated Edition of the American Classic”, p.104, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

It rolls in grandeur lone-- The stream of Time; And on its shores lie strown The wrecks of every clime.

Harvey Rice (1864). “Mount Vernon, and other poems ... Second edition”, p.21

You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil, Lay down the wreck of power to rest...

"The Dirge of Alaric, the Visigoth". The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume V, No. 25, January-June 1823.