I just love Rome. It really does cast a spell on you.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
I’m usually cast as the sassy, brassy best friend.
I always look at people and think how I would cast them.
I keep getting cast as this bad guy, and I don’t know why.
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
The unsaved people will be cast into utter darkness forever.