Sport.—Dwell not too long upon sports; for as they refresh a man that is weary, so they weary a man that is refreshed.—Fuller.
Spring.—Stately Spring! whose robe-folds are valleys, whose breast-bouquet is gardens, and whose blush is a vernal evening.—Richter.
Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace.—Thomson.
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.
The stars are so far,—far away!—L. E. Landon.
Day hath put on his jacket, and around his burning bosom buttoned it with stars.—Holmes.