Fast bind, fast find; Like Father like Son.
The Traceys have always the Wind in their Faces; To cut large Thongs out of another Man’s Leather; Too much of one Thing is good for nothing
I talk of Chalk and you of Cheese; Charity begins at Home; Cut your Coat according to your Cloth; What can’t be cur’d must be endur’d.
He makes a Rod for his own Breech.