Et Monelle me tendit une férule creusée où brûlait un filament rose.
(Marcel Schwob, Le livre de Monelle)
That example implies, too, that it would be totally mistaken to pry the pleasure apart from the activity and seek it on its own: for it would then not be the bloom on the cheek of a healthy person, it would be the rouge on the cheek of a person who has not bothered to cultivate health.
(Martha Nussbaum, ‘Who is the happy warrior? Philosophy poses questions to psychology’)
‘White is the colour for a cheerful character ; a man in trouble wears shabby clothes. Purple (purpureus) is the colour for the rich, red (puniceus) for the poor. A Captain wears a purple chlamys ; girls are dressed in foreign style. A pimp wears a costume of variegated hue ; a harlot is given a yellow mantle to indicate her avarice. …’
(Donatus, quoted by W. Beare, The Roman Stage, ch. 24)
During the night the wind had blown away all the clouds; the dark blue sky was spreading overhead, and in its midst was the bright sun shining down on the green slopes of the mountain, where the flowers opened their little blue and yellow cups, and looked up to him smiling. Heidi went running hither and thither and shouting with delight, for here were whole patches of delicate red primroses, and there the blue gleam of the lovely gentian, while above them all laughed and nodded the tender-leaved golden cistus.