It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tendered kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.
Washington IrvingAnd if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate.
Washington IrvingMarriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.
Washington Irving