A little gall embitters much honey.
Accusing the times is but excusing ourselves.
One's son is clever while the neighbor is suspicious.
He who won't be advised, can't be helped.
Like a snail on a barrel of tar.
Between two cowards, he has the advantage who first detects the other.
The mouse may find a hole, be the room ever so full of cats.
We admire what we do not understand.
From smooth water God preserve me, from rough I will preserve myself.