Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Soul
The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves.
—Frederika Bremer
Souls fly forth, like sparks of light
From clear white fires by whirlwinds fanned.
—William J. Dawson
My soul is like those sieves in which gold-washers of Mexico gather bits of the pure metal in the torrents of the Cordilleras. The sand falls through them, the gold remains.
—Alphonse M. L. Lamartine
My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I’m new-born from some new grave.
—Sidney Lanier
As the waifs cast up by the sea change with the changing season, so the tides of the soul throw up their changing drift on the sand, but the sea beyond is one for ever.
—Dante Gabriel Rossetti
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A good apple rotten at the heart.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath.
—William Shakespeare
Body and Soul like peevish man and wife, united jar, and yet are loath to part.
—Edward Young