"Have you decided yet about keeping that face you're wearing?"

His face wore the look of a man who wanted to cry.

Every face wore a grin, and each man expected it would be his turn next.

Daniel began to key in new course data; his face wore a smile.

The trip had already done the man good and his face wore a brighter look.

The pretty face wore a rather hard but, she decided, very capable expression.

To the outside world, her smooth face wore no particular expression.

His face wore the expression of one who was about to fall asleep.

At I this moment, his face wore a twisted smile.

The face he turned to her wore a look of faint surprise.