|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
| His family is like potatoes; all that is good of them are underground.|
|The family is like a bookthe children are the leaves,|
The parents are the covers that protective beauty gives
At first the pages of the book are blank and purely fair,
But time soon writeth memories and painteth pictures there.
Love is the little golden clasp that bindeth up the trust,
Oh, break it not, lest all the leaves shall scatter and be lost.