If you had half as much brains as you have beard, you would have looked before you leaped.

Appearances may be deceiving.

I am sure the grapes are sour.

The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.

There can be little liking where there is no likeness.

Any excuse will serve a tyrant.

In critical moments even the very powerful have need of the weakest.