By all these lovely tokens September days are here With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Beauty for some provides escape who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.