|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
|Authors, like maids at fifteen years,|
Are full of wishes, full of fears.
| Born like a momentary fly to flutter, buzz around, and die.|| 2|
| Close as thorn is to the rose.|| 3|
|Critics, like surgeons, blest with curious art,|
Should mark each passage to the human heart;
But not, unskillful, yet with lordly air,
Read surgeons lectures while they scalp and tear.
| Flame, like a meteor, to the troubled air.|| 5|
| Gleams like the taper in the blaze of day.|| 6|
|Insipid, and dull as a drone,|
Though near to each other
As sister and brother,
They both take their airing alone.
| Lifeless and lumpish as the bagpipes drowsy drone.|| 8|
|Poets, like candles, are all puffers,|
And critics are the candle snuffers.
|Thus love and quarrels (April weather)|
Like vinegar and oil together
Join in an easy mingled strife,
To make the salad up of life.
| Roaring like a lion for his food.|| 11|
| Rules, like crutches, neer became of any use but to the lame.|| 12|
| Rush like gudgeons to the bait.|| 13|
| Exact and slow|
Like wooden monarchs at a puppet show.
| Their words, like stage processions, stalk along.|| 15|
| The same unvaried tone,|
Like the Scotch bagpipes favorite drone.
| For wits, like adjectives, are known to cling to that which stands alone.|| 17|