“To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.” FirstsStillsSeemsEyeTurnsThreeProcessSawsPrideColdSummerSpringFairsSeasonsHotGreenWinterForestsAutumnYellowPerfumeJuneAprilFour SeasonsWinter Cold Author:William Shakespeare
“Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the groves, and the eye of benevolence sparkles at the sight of happiness and plenty: in winter, compassion melts at universal calamity, and the tear of softness starts at the wailing of hunger and the cries of the creation in distress” HeartEyeCompassionCryCreationTearsSpringSeasonsUniversalSightWinterHungerTerrorPlentyMelodyDistressTranquilityCalamityBenevolenceSparkleSoftnessGroveWailingGaiety Author:Samuel Johnson
“I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality of edge, or a vigour of spring, as well as an infinite variety of colour that no artefact I have seen in the last sixty years can rival...each day, as I look, I wonder where my eyes were yesterday.” YearsWellsLooksEyeLastsWalksWonderSeeingTreeFlowerSpringGardenInfiniteEdgesYesterdayVarietyColourEach DaySixtyVitalityRivalsShrubsArtefacts Author:Bernard Berenson