| Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916. | | | | Maid |
| | The spotless maid is like the blooming rose Which on its native stem unsullied grows. Ariosto | 1 |
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. Lord Byron | 2 |
Maids are like contentment in this life, Which all the world have sought, but none enjoyd. Sir John Davies | 3 |
A maiden is like a half-blown damask rose, fair as a dream and full of the sweet fragrance of the purity of dawning womanhood. Annie E. Lancaster | 4 | | |
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