When he is forsaken,

Wither'd and shaken,

What can an old man do but die?

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): Spring it is cheery.

What are these

So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,

And yet are on 't?

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

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung

To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Paracelsus. Part iv.

O, wither'd is the garland of the war,

The soldier's pole is fallen.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.

When true hearts lie wither'd

And fond ones are flown,

Oh, who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Last Rose of Summer.