Even though I squeeze fujigoromo (clothes made of Japanese wisteria) with dew, autumn does not come unless drying its sleeve (Thinking about parents, "Shokukokin Wakashu" Volume 16, Aishuuta (Melancholy Poetry.)
置く露を　いかにしほれとふし衣　ほさぬ袂に秋のきぬらむ　（親の思ひに侍りける頃　『続古今和歌集』　巻十六　哀愁歌）