And he that will to bed go sober

Falls with the leaf still in October.

John Fletcher (1576-1625): The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Innumerable as the stars of night,

Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun

Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 745.

All is concentr'd in a life intense,

Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,

But hath a part of being.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 89.

The bud is on the bough again,

The leaf is on the tree.

Charles Jefferys (1807-1865): The Meeting of Spring and Summer.

My days are in the yellow leaf;

The flowers and fruits of love are gone;

The worm, the canker, and the grief

Are mine alone!

Lord Byron 1788-1824: On my Thirty-sixth Year.

Are not within the leaf of pity writ.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Thy leaf has perish'd in the green,

And while we breathe beneath the sun,

The world, which credits what is done,

Is cold to all that might have been.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. lxxv. Stanza 4.

Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 1201.

My way of life

Is fall'n into the sere, 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.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

Turn over a new leaf.

Thomas Middleton (1580-1627): Anything for a Quiet Life. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Turn over a new leaf.

Thomas Dekker (1572-1632): The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,

Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!

Vain as the leaf upon the stream,

And fickle as a changeful dream;

Fantastic as a woman's mood,

And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.

Thou many-headed monster thing,

Oh who would wish to be thy king!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 30.

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,

But in another country, as he said,

Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil;

Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain

Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 631.