The spring, the summer, the chiding autumn, angry winter, change their
wonted liveries.--_Shakespeare._
Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire, hoar Winter's blooming child,
delightful Spring.--_Mrs. Barbauld._
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, by the winds which tell of
the violet's birth.--_Mrs. Hemans._
~Stars.~--These preachers of beauty, which light the world with their
admonishing smile.--_Emerson._
I am as constant as the northern star; of whose true, fixed, and resting
quality there is no fellow in the firmament.--_Shakespeare._