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

Maid

The spotless maid is like the blooming rose
Which on its native stem unsullied grows.
—Ariosto

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
—Lord Byron

Maids are like contentment in this life,
Which all the world have sought, but none enjoy’d.
—Sir John Davies

A maiden is like a half-blown damask rose, fair as a dream and full of the sweet fragrance of the purity of dawning womanhood.
—Annie E. Lancaster