|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
|Her pretty feet like snails, did creep|
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.
|To make the tale of her charms complete,|
They [her hands] were matched by the shape of her exquisite feet,
Feet so light no maid might show,
So perfectly fashioned from heel to toe,
If on the eye of a lover she stepped,
Her foot would float on the tear he wept.
|Her feet beneath her petticoat,|
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light.
Sir John Suckling
|A babys feet, like sea-shells pink,|
Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
An angels lips to kiss, we think,
A babys feet.
Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat
They stretch and spread and wink
Their ten soft buds that part and meet.
Algernon Charles Swinburne