The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year. Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
Calumny will sear Virtue itself; these shrugs, these hums, and ha's.william shakespeare
I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.walter scott