|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
|Lust, like a lawless headlong flood,|
Impregnated with ooze and mud,
Descending fast on every side,
Once mingles with the sacred tide,
Farewell the soul-enlivning scene!
The banks that bore a smiling green,
With rank defilement overspread,
Bewail their flowry beauties dead.
| Base lust,|
With all her powders, paintings, and best pride,
Is but a fair house built by a ditch side.
| Lusts are like agues; the fit is not always on, and yet the man is not rid of the disease; and some mens lusts, like some agues, have not such returns as others.|
|Our headlong lusts, like a young fiery horse,|
Start and flee raging in a violent course.