| Altering, like one who waits for an ague fit.|| 1|
| Beautiful as a rainbow.|| 2|
|Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray:|
Who can tread sure in the smooth slippery way?
Pleased with the passage, we slide swiftly on,
And see the dangers which we cannot shun.
| Blind as the Cyclop.|| 4|
| Blushes as adorn the ruddy welkin or the purple morn.|| 5|
| Bounteous as nature.|| 6|
| Bright as goodness.|| 7|
| Burst like bellowing Ætna.|| 8|
|The tide of business, like the running stream,|
Is sometimes high and sometimes low,
A quiet ebb, or a tempestuous flow,
And always in extreme.
Now with a noiseless gentle course,
It keeps within the middle bed,
Anon it lifts aloft the head,
And bears down all before it with impetuous force.
| The frighted blood|
Scarce yet recalled to her pale cheeks,
Like the first streaks of light broke loose from darkness,
And dawning into blushes.
| Dim as the borrowd beams of moon or stars.|| 11|
| Keep their distances, as if they were Montagues and Capulets.|| 12|
| Droops, like a rose, surcharged with morning dew.|| 13|
|Moves eccentric, like a wandering star,|
Whose motions just, though tis not regular.
|Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;|
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
| Fame, like a new mistress of the town, is gained with ease, but then shes lost as soon.|| 16|
| Flies like the nimble journeys of the light.|| 17|
| Folly is like a sore on a surfeited horse, cure it in one place and it breaks out in another.|| 18|
|False Fortune, like a fawning strumpet,|
About to leave the bankrupt prodigal,
With a dissembled smile would kiss at parting,
And flatter to the last.
| Free as nature first made man.|| 20|
| Gloomy outside, like a rusty chest.|| 21|
|But when a government is grown in strength,|
Like some old oak, rough with its armed bark,
It yields not to the tug, but only nods,
And turns to sullen state.
| Grief and passion are like floods raised in little brooks by a sudden rain.|| 23|
Like some sad prophet, that foresaw the doom
Of those whom best he loved, and could not save.
| Womans honour is nice as ermine; twill not bear a soil.|| 25|
| Hot as hell-fire.|| 26|
| Humorous as wind.|| 27|
| As invincibly ignorant as a town-fop judging of a new play.|| 28|
| Jealousy is like|
A polished glass held to the lips when lifes in doubt;
If there be breath, twill catch the damp, and show it.
| Kind as kings upon their coronation day.|| 30|
| Light as an empty dream at break of day.|| 31|
| Light as the vapours of a morning dream.|| 32|
|He would live like a lamp, to the last wink,|
And crawl upon the utmost verge of life.
|Love, like a scene, at distance should appear,|
But marriage views the gross daubed landscape near.
| Lurks like embers raked in ashes.|| 35|
| Why do you make such haste to have done loving me? You men are like watches, wound up for striking twelve immediately; but after you are satisfied, the very next that follows, is the solitary sound of a single one.|| 36|
| His mind was like a bottle, extended with the delectable liquor of observation.|| 37|
| Obstinate as death.|| 38|
| Pale as fires when mastered by the night.|| 39|
| Panting, like a bird that has often beaten his wings in vain against his cage.|| 40|
|Poets, like Divers, should be bold and dare,|
They spoil their business with an overcare.
| Rough as a storm.|| 42|
|Serene and calm, as when the Spring|
The new-created world began.
| Shout, like the hoarse peals of vultures.|| 44|
| Shrink like parchment in consuming flame.|| 45|
|Shrinks as some fair tulip by a storm oppressed|
Shrinks up and folds its silken arms to rest.
| Shunnd him as a sailor shuns the rocks.|| 47|
| Fall silently like dew on roses.|| 48|
| Slighted and betrayed;|
And like a rose, just gathered from the stalk,
But only smelt, and cheaply thrown aside,
To wither on the ground.
| Slip like bending rushes from your hand.|| 50|
| Solemn as the long stops upon an organ.|| 51|
| All sparkling, like a goddess.|| 52|
| Spread like fog.|| 53|
| Sprout like rose-buds.|| 54|
| Start as from some dreadful dream.|| 55|
|Still like a clock worn out with eating time,|
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
| Fortune striding, like a vast Colossus.|| 57|
| Like chain-shot, sweeps all things in its way.|| 58|
| Thick as Egypts locusts.|| 59|
| Threatening, like a storm, just breaking on our heads.|| 60|
| Transparent as a rock of solid crystal.|| 61|
| As true as Tristram and Isolde were.|| 62|
| Doubling and turning like a hunted hare.|| 63|
| Unsatiate as the barren womb or grave.|| 64|
|My virtue, like a string, wound up by art|
To the same sound, when yours was touched, took part,
At distance shook, and trembled at my heart.