|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
| A painted woman is like a gilded pill; fools admire the former, and children the latter, for the disguise.|
| A woman, like a melon, is hard to choose.|
| Women are like melons: it is only after having tasted them that we know whether they are good or not.|
| Pretty women are like sovereigns: one flatters them only through interest.|
| Woman, like good wine, is a sweet poison.|
| Women, like the plants in woods, derive their softness and tenderness from the shade.|
| Most women proceed like the flea,by leaps and jumps.|
Honoré de Balzac
| Women, like birds, are shy of a single spring; perplex them by a choice, their heads become giddy, they flutter, and drop into the trap.|
Robert Mowry Bell
| Women, like conjurers tricks, are miracles to the ignorant.|
Robert Mowry Bell
| Women, like loadstones, lose their attraction, when they suffer the rust of a fretful temper to eat away their brightness.|
Robert Mowry Bell
| Women are like wasps in their anger. Not so, for wasps leave their stings, but women never leave their tongues behind them.|
| Pleasant at first she is, like Dioscorides Rhododaphne, that fair plant to the eye, but poison to the taste, the rest as bitter as wormwood in the end and sharp as a two-edged sword.|
| Your women|
Are like new plays, which self-complacent authors
Offer at some eight hundred royals each,
But which, when once theyre tried, you purchase dear
Eight hundred for a royal.
Pedro Calderón de la Barca
| Women, and men who are like women, mind the binding more than the book.|
Earl of Chesterfield
|Women are like tricks by sleight of hand,|
Which to admire, we should not understand.
| Women are like medlars, no sooner ripe than rotten.|
| Beautiful peaches are not always the best flavored; neither are handsome women the most amiable.|
W. S. Downey
| The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.|
| Women are like pictures; of no value in the hands of a fool, till he hears men of sense bid high for the purchase.|
|The womenfolk are like the books,most pleasing to the eye,|
Whereon if anybody looks he feels disposed to buy.
| Woman is like a pot of oil, and a man a burning coal. A wise man will not put the oil and the fire together.|
|Women, with their tongues,|
Like polar needles, ever on the jar.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
| You look at a star from two motives, because it is luminousand because it is impenetrable. You have at your side a softer radiance and a greater mysterywoman.|
| A fine woman, like a fortified town
demands a regular siege; and we must even allow her the honors of war, to magnify the greatness of our victory.|
| I have been servitor in a college at Salamanca, and read philosophy with the doctors; where I found that a woman, in all times, has been observed to be an animal hard to understand, and much inclined to mischief. Now as an animal is always an animal, and a captain is always a captain, so a woman is always a woman; whence it is that a certain Greek says, her head is like a bank of sand; or, as another, a solid rock; or, according to a third, a dark lanthorn: and so, as the head is the head of the body; and that body without a head, is like a head without a tail; and that where there is neither head nor tail, tis a very strange body; so, I say, a woman is, by comparison, do you see? (for nothing explains things like comparisons). I say by comparison, as Aristotle has often said before me, one may compare her to the raging sea; for as the sea, when the wind rises, knits its brows like an angry bull, and that waves mount upon rocks, rocks mount upon waves, that porpoises leap like trouts, and whale skip about like gudgeons; that ships roll like beer-barrels, and mariners pray like saints; just so, I say, a womana woman, I say, just so, when her reason is ship-wrecked upon her passion, and the hulk of her understanding lies thumping against the rock of her fury; then it is, I say, that by certain emotions, whichumcause, as one may suppose, a sort of convulsiveyeshurricanesumlikein short, a woman is the devil.|
|Hard is the fortune that your sex attends;|
Women, like princes, find few real friends:
And who approach them their own ends pursue;
Lovers and ministers are seldom true.
| A woman is like the ivy, which grows luxuriantly whilst it clings to some sturdy tree, but never thrives if it is separated from it.|
Jean Baptiste Poquelin Molière
| A woman who loves to be at the window is like a bunch of grapes at the wayside.|
| A woman possessing nothing but outward advantages is like a flower without fragrance, a tree without fruit.|
| Women are like thermometers, which, on a sudden application of heat, sink at first a few degrees, as preliminary to rising a good many.|
John Paul Richter
|Women, like summer storms, awhile are cloudy,|
Burst out in thunder and impetuous showrs;
But straight the sun of beauty dawns abroad,
And all the fair horizon is serene.
|Women, like things, at second hand|
Do half their value lose;
But, whilst all courtship they withstand,
May at their pleasure choose.
Sir Charles Sedley
| Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them awhile, and, when they have got all they can of them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new ones all they got by the old ones.|
|Women are like roses, whose fair flower|
Being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.
|A woman, that is like a German clock,|
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going right, being a watch,
But being watchd that it may still go right!
|A woman movd is like a fountain troubled,|
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry and thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
|Woman the other world resembles well,|
In whose looks Heavn is, in whose breast is Hell.
Sir Edward Sherburne
| A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike.|
| Women are like curst dogs: civility keeps them tied all day-time, but they are let loose at midnight; then they do most good, or most mischief.|
| Woman is like the reed that bends to every breeze, but breaks not in the tempest.|
| You say, sir, once a wit allowd a woman to be like a cloud, accept a simile as soon between a woman and the moon; for let mankind say what they will, the sex are heavenly bodies still.|
James. C. Whyte
| Women are like minors; they live on their expectations.|
| Women, like old soldiers, more nimbly execute than they resolve.|