|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
| Youths sorrows, like April showers, are transitory.|
| Sorrow for a husband is like pain in the elbow, sharp and short.|
| Sorrowful as death.|
|Sorrow concealed, like an oven stoppd,|
Doth burn the heart to cinders.
|Sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,|
Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes;
Then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
|Sorrow, like cloud that flies,|
Like a cloud in clearing skies,
Algernon Charles Swinburne