In days gone by, people loved wise old sayings. It seemed like a point was never made simply and directly if it could be dressed up in an illustrative metaphor or catchy phrase.
My mother and her mother could have whole conversations in proverbs. It would go something like this:
Mum: Old Arthur’s sailing close to the wind.
Gran: Yes, he’ll need to look before he leaps.
Mum: But he’d better strike while the iron’s hot.
Gran: Well, fortune rewards the brave. It’s an ill wind, after all.
Mum: Hm,but you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
Gran: Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Though there’s many a slip!