The rising winds
And falling springs,
Birds, beasts, all things
Adore him in their kinds.
Thus all is hurled
In sacred hymns and order, the great chime
And symphony of nature. [ Henry Vaughan ]

At last the golden oriental gate
Of greatest heaven began to open fair;
And Phoebus, fresh as bridegroom to his mate,
Came dancing forth shaking his dewy hair,
And hurled his glistering beams through gloomy air. [ Spenser ]

When I had thatched his house, he would have hurled me from the roof. [ Proverb ]

To stumble on a level surface is matter of jest; by a false step on a height you are hurled to the ground. [ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ]