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| Caper like a dancing master. | 1 |
| Charming as a god. | 2 |
| Constant as the stars that never move. | 3 |
| Dark as the hush’d silence of the grave. | 4 |
| Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life. | 5 |
| Fair as the summer-beauty of the fields. | 6 |
| Fairer than snow on the raven’s back. | 7 |
| False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them. | 8 |
| False as the wind, the waters, and the weather. | 9 |
| Free as first innocence. | 10 |
| Furious as the wind. | 11 |
| Gay as if his life were young. | 12 |
| To-day we are here, to-morrow gone, like the shadow that vanisheth, like the grass that withereth, or like the flower that fadeth; or indeed like anything, or rather like nothing. | 13 |
| Harmless as the turtle of the woods. | 14 |
| High as most fantastic woman’s wits could reach. | 15 |
| Honest as the nature of man first made, ere fraud and vice were fashions. | 16 |
| Hushed, as if nature were retired. | 17 |
| Languish like a withering flower. | 18 |
Moans like a tender infant in its cradle,
Whose nurse has left it. | 19 |
| Plain as the light in the sun or as the man in the moon. | 20 |
| Pure as Cato’s daughter. | 21 |
| Rough as the winds. | 22 |
| Like a lull’d babe she slept, and knew no fear. | 23 |
| Soft as angels. | 24 |
| Spotless and sincere, as the chaste vows of the holy vestals are. | 25 |
| Stout as death. | 26 |
| Sweet as the shepherd’s pipe upon the mountains. | 27 |
| Shining through tears, like April-suns in showers, that labor to o’ercome the cloud that loads them. | 28 |
| My thoughts, like birds, were frightened from their nest. | 29 |
| He threw me from his breast, like a detested sin. | 30 |
Traitors in their fall are like the sun,
Who still looks fairest at his going down. | 31 |
| Trembling like a hunted prey. | 32 |
| Unconfin’d as our first parents in their Eden were. | 33 |
| Watchful as when fowlers their game will spring. | 34 |
| Wide as a church door. | 35 |
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