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| 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. | 3 |
| 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. | 9 |
The frighted blood Scarce yet recalled to her pale cheeks, Like the first streaks of light broke loose from darkness, And dawning into blushes. | 10 |
| 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. | 14 |
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls, must dive below. | 15 |
| 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. | 19 |
| 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. | 22 |
| Grief and passion are like floods raised in little brooks by a sudden rain. | 23 |
Groaned Like some sad prophet, that foresaw the doom Of those whom best he loved, and could not save. | 24 |
| 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. | 29 |
| 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. | 33 |
Love, like a scene, at distance should appear, But marriage views the gross daubed landscape near. | 34 |
| 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. | 41 |
| Rough as a storm. | 42 |
Serene and calm, as when the Spring The new-created world began. | 43 |
| 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. | 46 |
| 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. | 49 |
| 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. | 56 |
| 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. | 65 |
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