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

Friedrich Rückert

As fast as the simoon’s desert wind.

The stars slink off like thieves, in company with Night.

The words came sputtering out of his mouth like the beer from a barrel without a bung.

Time, like a seven-wheeled, seven-naved car, moves on. His rolling wheels are all the worlds, his axle is immortality.

Like the swift shadows of Noon, like the dreams of the blind,
Vanish the glories and pomps of the earth in the wind.