|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
|Sir John Suckling|
|Her face was like the Milky Way i the sky,|
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
|Her feet beneath her petticoat,|
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light.
like a dazie in a field of grass.|| 3|