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Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.

Thomas Lodge

His beard is cut like the spire of Grantham steeple.

Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud,
That beautifies Aurora’s face;
Or like the silver crimson shroud,
That Phœbus’ smiling looks doth grace.

Free as a king.

Hard as iron.

A mouth like the whale that swallowed a whole fleet.

Mumble as if he were at his matins.

Her neck like
A stately tower,
Where love himself imprisoned lies,
To watch for glances, every hour,
From her divine and sacred eyes.

Precious,
As are the conceal’d comforts of a man,
Lock’d in a woman’s love.

No more sense than a shoat (young pig) in pickle.

Sigh like a dog that hath lost his master.

Sweet as morning dew upon a rose.