Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.[186:5]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Rob Peter, and pay Paul.[186:6]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Penny wise, pound foolish.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Women wear the breeches.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Like Æsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs.[186:7]