The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.

I think it's about the wind and breeze. It's a little bit like Australia.

My boy, one small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.

When I am gone and the wind blows, It is the breeze from my wings you feel.

My boy, one small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.

A fraudulent intent, however carefully concealed at the outset, will generally, in the end, betray itself.