A lord of wisdom throned he sat, swift in anger, quick to laugh; an old man in a battered hat who leaned upon a thorny staff.

Now he was not a young man, so as he went he leaned upon a tall staff, his pace as placid as his face.

She stood in the doorwa leaning upon a staff and shaking her head, an ancient palsied hag.

One of the men coughed and leaned heavily upon a strange-looking staff.

White-bearded and leaning for support upon a staff, he paused to let the others file past him to stone seats placed on one side of the stage.

And it leaned upon a staff and it tapped with the staff.

To her right, leaning upon a slender staff, was the figure of St. John the Baptist, and upon his face also perplexity was written.

He leaned upon a glowing staff that was an elongated, improbably thin female body, perfect in its detail.

He almost missed her, so motionless did she stand: a crone, dressed in black, leaning upon a staff, a broken wall at her back.

He leaned upon a staff and his old bones creaked as he lowered himself into a chair.