My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf.
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
JOHN WEBSTER: _The White Devil,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,--
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground.
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vi., Line 181.