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revenge is a dish best served cold
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revenge is a dish best served cold
Gentlemen in the fields, small men at court — the age turned upside down, rank and place traded.
The gentleman keeps clear of the kitchen — great matters upstairs, no accounting of morsels below.
The gentleman worries over the way, not over want — poverty of purse never troubled him, poverty of principle does.
A cleared throat wounds the gentleman — to the honorable, the gentlest reproach lands like a blow.
A monarch should not say anything in jest
The gentleman guards his person — prudence as a nobleman's first weapon.
Sweep the house and rubbish appears — inspect anything closely enough and faults surface.
Father's homeland, ancestors' earth — the ground that owns you back.
Prize the refined, not the numerous — an army, or anything, measured in quality over count.
Precious things seek precious owners — treasures circulate toward whoever can afford their keeping.
having to bear the blame for something one did not do
Sweet tangerine and sour lime — each nature keeps its flavor; households mix both.
The crow borrowing peacock feathers — dressing in others' finery to hide what one is.
Pecked by crows, snatched by kites — misfortune queuing up for the same victim.
The crow raising the koel's chick — labor donated to a squatter; the lazy bird's egg hatched by another's warmth.
A crow in peacock's guise — borrowed splendor over a shabby core.
A sex bomb — smoldering physical magnetism.
Sparing desire preserves the body — the old physician's ledger of appetite against years.
Scant harmony, scant friends — the prickly keep an empty visiting-book.
Karma's fruit and fated bonds — good matches and bad lots alike are cause ripened into effect.
Whipping the horse to chase the wind — bolting from a lover without a backward glance.
Short trousers and lead-dark shins — if not Tứ Kỳ, then Gia Lộc — the teasing uniform of the mud-field districts.
Ants swarming rank meat — the stampede toward anything that smells of profit.
A shoal of fish fighting for the feed — a free-for-all over the same scrap.
Clustering in threes, knotting in fives — little knots of people gathering to gossip or scheme.
Ghosts weep and spirits mourn — writing so fine the supernatural grieves; or wickedness so great it appalls them.
The nation takes the people as its root — no populace, no state; the base firm, the country calm.
The moorhen calls all summer — persistence itself, in one bird's throat.
State planning and the people's livelihood — the great matters of nation and daily bread.
Ghosts weep and spirits grieve — dreadful enough to appall the supernatural.
A corpse possessed at the shrouding — the dead rising deranged; someone acting past all belief.
goddamn; curse; screw
Acting like it; putting on airs — pretending to a role you haven’t earned.
Stooping out, bowing in — a career conducted entirely bent over.
to do something with clear results
Meet a man at the gate — the errand-day omen, read at the first face out the door.
Only on the river do you learn shallow from deep; in the creeks and backwaters there's no sounding at all.
Head-and-chopsticks clear — laid out properly from start to finish.
Every vegetable has its own worm — each nature attracts its matching pest; like finds like.
Knotweed grows in hard ground — easy to uproot, hard to transplant; love her as you may, she is another man's wife.
The top replica grade — a counterfeit built to pass for the original at a glance (90-95% faithful), still fake where it counts: materials, durability, and the details a trained eye spots.
Shop-speak for "replying in your DMs" — "rep" (reply) + "ib" (inbox); where the price talk moves when the comments get crowded.
Sleep, child, sleep — so mother can slip to an empty corner and mourn her own lot — the lullaby's hidden second verse.
Sleep sound, child, while mother hauls water to wash the elephant's howdah — want to see? Climb the mountain and watch Lady Triệu ride her elephant and strike the gong — the lullaby that carries a woman general.
Sleep deep, child, while mother weaves and father dyes the brown — cutting trousers and shirts she sews, for father to wear plowing the fifth-month season — the household loom in a lullaby.
Shaking the tree to scare the monkey — theater of menace with nothing behind it.
to let unattended and expose to the elements
Each farmer banks their own field; each meets their own fate — waiting for another's is labor wasted.
Broad fields and an adjoining pond — the picture of landed comfort.
A field mid-plain, a husband mid-village — the two best placements a woman can secure.
Deep fields and a plowing buffalo — the farmer's whole fortune in one inventory.
Our field we transplant, our field we plow — labor's plain claim to its own ground.
Guts tossed out, skin taken in — strangers honored above blood.
Guts thrown out, strangers' skin wrapped in — neglecting one's own kin while fawning on outsiders.
Gut cannot cut gut — flesh of one's flesh is unseverable.
wearing one's heart on one's sleeve
Fencing hedges and blocking yards — walls thrown up to keep people apart.
Fence behind, ambush ahead — precautions posted in both directions.
to cleverly point out something infelicitous in advance so that the listener will be understanding when it occurs and find it difficult to fault the speaker; to be careful with one's words; to be on the defensive