|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
| Joy is like a fitful gleam,|
Discerned through shadowy mists of dream.
|For joys that are gone, when remembered again,|
Like flowers bereft of their sweets by the frost,
Are poor withered things that do but retain
The thorns of the rose, when its fragrance is lost.
Eliza F. Andrews
|Joy like the joy of a leaf that unfolds in the sun;|
Joy like the joy of a child in the borders of sleep.
|For joys are like sunbeams,more fleeting than they,|
And sorrows cast shadows between;
And friends that in moments of brightness are won,
Like gossamer, only are seenin the sun.
|Joy is like restless day; but peace divine|
Like quiet night;
Lead me, O Lord,till perfect Day shall shine
Through Peace to Light.
Adelaide Anne Procter
| Joy is like the ague; one good day between two bad ones.|
| Joy in this world is like a rainbow, which in the morning only appears in the west, or towards the evening sky; but in the latter hours of day casts its triumphal arch over the east, or morning sky.|
John Paul Richter
|As bitter wormwood never doth delicious honey yield,|
Nor can the cheerful grape be reapd from thistles in the field;
So who, in this uncertain life, deceitful joys pursue,
They fruits do seek upon such trees on which it never grew.