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Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.

Francis Beaumont

Her mind, as cleare as aire.

Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.

Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven; but when both are joined together, then doth the soul mount up to her eternal rest.

Fly like … the northern wind.

A flinty heart within a snowy breast
Is like base mold lock’d in a golden chest.

Love is like youth, he thirsts,
He scorns to be his mother’s page;
But when the proceeding times assuage
The former heate, he will complaine,
And wish those pleasant houres againe.

As reeds and willows love the water side,
So love loves with the idle to abide.

Like the falling star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which in water stood:
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight call’d in and paid to-night.

As embers touch’d with sulphurs do renew,
So will her sight kindle fresh flames in you.

As where smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet
Face of the curled streams.

White as a thread by hands of angels spun.

Whiter than mountain snow hath ever been.