“Boughs are daily rifled
By the gusty thieves,
And the book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves.”

— Thomas Hood

The Season; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
20th century

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British writer 1799–1845

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