A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.
Edward Fitzgerald
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
David Herbert Lawrence
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
Dante Alighieri
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