Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Favors
I do confess thou’rt sweet, yet find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
Thy favours are but like the wind
That kisses everything it meets.
And since thou canst with more than one,
Thou’rt worthy to be kiss’d by none.
—Sir Robert Ayton