A wild boar was sharpening his tusks upon the trunk of a tree in the forest when a fox came by and asked, Why are you doing that, pray? The huntsmen are not out today and there are no other dangers at hand that I can see. True, my friend, replied the Boar, but the instant my life is in danger, I shall need to use my tusks. There will be no time to sharpen them then.

The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle's own Lures. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.

Straw shows which way the wind is blowing.

Destroy the seed of evil, or it will grow up to your ruin.

One who steals has no right to complain if he is robbed.

I am sure the grapes are sour.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.