Aesop
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The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.
While I see many hoof marks going in, I see none coming out. It is easier to get into the enemy's toils than out again.
The shaft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle's own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.