Give never the Wolf the Wedder to keep.
Gods help is nearer nor the fair even.
Good wine needs not a wisp.
Grace is best for the man.
Goe shoe the Geese.
Giff, gaff, makes good friends.
Good chear, and good cheap, garres many haunt the House.
God sends men cold, as they have clothes to.
Good-will should be tane in part of payment.
God sends never the mouth, but the meat with it.
Girne when you knit, and laugh when ye loose.
Go to the Devil for Gods-sake.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends Cooks.
Had-I-fish, was never good with Garlick.
He that is welcome fares well.
He that spends his geir on a whore, hes both shame and skaith.
Hunger is good Kitchir-meat.
He mon have leave to speak that cannot had his tongue.
He that is far from his geir, is near his skaith.
He that lippens to bon plows, his land will ly ley.
He rides sicker that fell never.
Help thy self, and God will help thee.
He that will not hear motherhead, shall hear stepmotherhead.
He that crabs without cause, should mease without mends.
He that spares to speak, spares to speed.
He that may not do as he would, mon do as he may.
He is well easit that hes ought of his own, when others go to meat.
He that does ill hates the light.
He that speaks the things he should not, hears the things he would not.
He that is evil deem'd is half hang'd.
He that tholes, overcomes.
He rises over early that is hangit ere noon.
He that forsakes missour, missour forsake him.
Half a tale is enough to a wise man.
He that hews over hie, the spail will fall into his eye.
He that eats while he lasts, will be the war while he die.
He is a weak Horse that may not bear the Saddle.
He that borrows and bigs; makes feasts and thigs; drinks and is not dry; these three are not thrifty.
He is a proud Tod that will not scrape his own Hole.
He is wise, when he is well can had him sa.
He is poor that God Hates.
He is wise, that is ware in time.
He is wise who can make a friend of a foe.
Hair, and hair, makes the Carles head bare.
Hear all parties.
He that is red for windlestraws, should not sleep in lees.
He that is fraid of a far—should never hear thunder.
He is not the fool that the fool is, but he that with the fool deals.
He loves me for little that hates me for nought.
He that hes twa huirds, is able to get the third.
He is a fairy beggar that may not goe by ane mans door.
Hall-binks are fliddery.
He is not the best Wright that hews the maniest speals.
He that evill does, never good weins.
Hoordom and grace, can never bide in one place.
He that counts all costs, will never put plow in the yeard.
He that slayes, shall be slain.
He that is ill of his harbery, is good of his way kenning.
He that will not when he may, shalt not when he wald.
Hanging gangs by hap.
He that comes un-call'd sits un-serv'd.
He was scant of news, that told his father was hang'd.
He that comes first to the hill, may sit where he will.
He that was born to be hang'd will never be drown'd.
He gangs early to steal, that cannot say Na.
He that shames, shall be shemt.
He should wear iron shone, that bides his neighbours deed.
Half a nuch is half sill.
Hunger is hard in a heal man.
He is a fairy Cook, that may not lick his own fingers.
He is good that fail'd never.
He plaints early that plaints on his kail.
He that does his turn in time, sits half idle.
He is twise fain, that sits on a slane.
Hald in geir, helps well.
Hunting, hawking, and paramours, for one joy an hundred displeasures.
He that marries e're he be wise, will die e're he thrive.
He that marries a Daw, eats meikle dirt.
Huly and fair men rides far journeys.
Hast makes wast.
He that looks not e're he loup, will fall e're he wit of himself.
He that counts but his Host, counts twise.
He that hes gold may buy land.
He should have a heal pow, that cals his neighbour nikkynow.
He is worth no weil that may bide no wae.
He that owes the Cow goes nearest her tail.
He should have a long shafted spoon that sups kail with the Devil.
Happy man, happy cavil.
He sits above that deals aikers.
Hame is hamely, though never so seemly.
He hes wit at will, that with angry heart can hold him still.
He that is hated of his subjects, cannot be counted a King.
Hap and an halfpennie is worlds geir enough.
He is fairest dung when his own wand dings him.
He calls me scabbed, because I will not call him skade.
He is blind that eats his marrow, but far blinder that lets him.
Have God and have All.
Honesty is na pride.
He that fishes afore the net, long e're he fish get.
He tint never a Cow, that grat for a needle.
He that hes no geir to tine, hes shins to pine.
Hea, will gar a deaf man hear.
He that takes all his geir fra himself, and gives it to his bairns, it were weil ward to take a mell and knock out his hairns.
He sits full still that hes a riven brick.
He that does bidding, deserves na dinging.
He that blaws best bears away the Horn.
He is well staikit thereben, that will neither borrow, nor len.
Ill weeds waxes weil.
It is ill to bring out of the flesh that is bred in the bene.
It is a fairy brewing that is not good in the newing.
It's tint that is done to old men and bairns.
It is a silly flock where the yow bears the bell.
Ill win, ill warit.
In some mens aught mon the old horse die.
It is a sooth board that men sees wakin.
In space, comes Grace.
It is a sin to lye on the Devil.
It is eith till, that the awn self will.
It is good mows that fills the wemb.
It is na time to stoup when the head is off.
It is fair in the hall, when beards wag all.
It will come in an hour, that will not come in a year.
If thou do no ill, do no ill like.
If he steal not my kail, break not my dike.
If he may spend meikle, put the more to the fire.
If I can get his cart at a Waltar, I shall lend it a put.
If I may not keep geese, I shall keep gesline.
It is kindly that the poke fair of the Herring.
It is eich to cry yule on another man's cost;
Ilk a man as he loves, let him send to the Cooks,
It is eith to swim where the head is hild up.
It is weil warit they have sorrow, that buyes it with their silver.
If ane will not, another will.
It is ill to take a breik off a bare ——
It is dear bought honey that is lickt off a thorn.
If God be with us, who will be against us.
It is weil warit that wasters warn geir.
It is ill to bring but the thing that is not thereben.
It that lies not in your gate, breaks not your shins.
It is na play where ane greits, and another laughs.
If a man knew what would be dear, he would be but Merchant for a year.
It is true that all men sayes.
I have a good bow, but it is in the Castle.
It is hard to fling at the brod, or kick at the prick.
Ilk man mend ane, and all will be mendit.
It is a fairy collop that is tane off a Capon.
Ill bairns are best heard at home.
It is ill to waken sleeping dogs.
Ill herds makes fat wolfes.
It is hard to wive and thrive in a year.
It is good sleeping in a heal skin.
It is not tint that is done to friends.
It is ill to draw a strea before an old Cat.
It is a pain both to pay and pray.
It is good fishing in drumbling waters.
It is little of God's might, to make a poor man a Knight.
It is good baking besides meal.
It is a good Goose that drops ay.
It is not the habit that makes the Monck.
It is not good to want, and to have.
It hes neither ——, nor elbow.
I shall sit on his skirt.
It is a bare Moor that he goes over, and gets not a Cow.
I shall hold his Nose to the Grindstone.
It goes as meiklle in his heart, as in his heel.
It goes in at one ear, and out at the other.
It is na mair pitty to see a Woman greit, nor to see a Goose go barefoot.
It is well said, but who will bell the Cat?
It is short while seen the louse boore the langelt.
I have a sliddery Eel by the tail.
It is as meet as a Sow to bear a Saddle.
It is as meet as a thief for the widdie.
I would I had as meikle pepper as he counts himself worthy Mice dirt.
It will be an ill web to bleitch.
I cannot find you both tails and ears.
It is ill to make a bowing horn of a tods tail.
If ever ye make a lucky pudding, I shall eat the prick.
It that God will give, the Devil cannot reave.
In a good time I speak it, in a better I leave it.
It's a silly pack that may not pay the custom.
I have seen as light a green.
It's a cold coal to blow at.
It is a fair feild where all are dung down.
It's a fair dung bairn that dare not greit.
I wat where my own shoe binds me.
If ye wanted me, and your meat, you would want ane good friend.
Kindnesse lies not ay in ane side of the house.
Kings caff is worth other mens corn.
Kame single, kame fair.
Kings have a long ears.
Kindnesse comes of will.
Kindnesse will creep where it may not gang.
Kail spares bread.
Kindnesse cannot be bought for geir.
Kamesters are ay creeshie.
Knowledge is eith born about.
Kings are out of play.
Kings and Bears oft worries their Keepers.
Laith to bed, laith out of it.
Like draws to like, a skabbed Horse to an old dyke.
Lear young, lear fair,
Little intermitting makes good friends.
Little sayd is soon mended, and a little geir is soon spended.
Long tarrowing takes all the thank away.
Long lean wakes hameald cattell.
Little wit makes meikle travel.
Let them that are cold blow at the coal.
Little may an old Horse do, if he may not neigh.
Love hes no lack.
Long standing, and little offering, makes a poor price.
Leave the Court, ere the Court leave thee.
Long ere you cut Falkland-wood with a Pen-knife.
Light supper makes long life.
Liked geir is half bought.
Lucke and bone voyage.
Like to die mends not the Kirkyard.
Lordships changes manners.
Let him drink as he hes browen.
Light winning makes a heavy purse.
Likely lies in the mire, and unlikely goes by it.
Live, and let live.
Love me, love my dog.
Laugh, and lay down again.
Livelesse, faultlesse.
Laith to the drink, laith fra it.
Last in bed, best heard.
Lightly comes, lightly goes.
Lads will be men.
Lata is long and dreigh.
Little wars an ill hussie what a dinner holds in.
Lips go, laps go, he that eats, let him pay.
Let alone makes many lurden.
Little kens the wife that sits by the fire, how the wind blows cold in hurle-burle swyre.
Little troubles the eye, but far lesse the soul.
Love me little, and love me long.
Many do lack, that yet would fain have in their pack.
Many smalls makes a great.
Measure, is Treasure.
Mint, ere ye strike.
Many irons in the fire, pare must cool.
Men may buy Gold over dear.
Many speaks ofRobin Hood, that never shot in his Bow.
Maidens should be meek while they be married.
Many purses holds friends together.
Misterfull folk must not be mensfull.
Meat makes, and clothes shapes, but manners makes a man.
Many hands makes light work.
Meat is good, but Mense is better.
Make not twa mewes of ane daughter.
Many maisters, quoth the Poddock to the Harrow, when every tind took her a knock.
Meat and Masse, never hindred man.
Maistery mowes the Meadows down.
March Whisquer was never a good Fisher.
Mister makes men of craft.
Make no balks of good beerland.
Mickle Water runs, where the Miller sleeps.
Many brings the rake, but few the shovel.
Meikle must a good heart thole.
Many man makes an errand to the hall to bid the Lady good-day.
Many cares for meal that has baken bread enough.
Make not meikle of little.
Meikle spoken, part must spill.
Many tines the half-mark whinger for the half-penny whang.
Messengers should neither be headed nor hanged.
Meikle has, would ay have more.
Men are blind in their own cause.
Musle not the Oxens mouth.
Many words would have meikle drink.
Many man speirs the gate he kens full well.
Man propones, but God dispones.
Millers take ay the best Multar with their own Hand.
Many man serves a thanklesse master.
Mustard after meat.
Many words fills not the furlot.
Meikle Head, little Wit.
Many Aunts, many Eames, many kin, and few friends.
Mends is worth misdeeds.
Men goes over the dike at the laichest.
Might oftentimes overcomes right.
Neirest the King, neirest the Widdie.
No man can play the fool so well as the wise man.
No plea is best.
Nature passes Nurture.
New Lords, new Laws.
Neirest the heart, neirest the mouth.
Na man can both sup and blow together.
Nothing comes sooner to light, than that which is long hid.
Nothing enters a close Hand.
Neir is the Kirtle, but neirer is the Sark.
Need hes no law.
No man may puind for unkindnesse.
Neirest to the Kirk, farthest fra God.
Need makes Virtue.
Never rade, never fell.
Nothing is difficile to a weill willed man.
Need gars naked men run, and sorrow gars Websters spin.
No man can seek his marrow in the Kirn, so weil as he that hes bin in it himself.
No man makes his own hap.
No penny, no pardon.
Of the Earth mon the dike be biggit.
Of other mens leather, men take large whangs.
Over hot, over cold.
Of two ills choose the least.
Over meikle of any thing is good for nothing.
Of ane ill comes many.
Of enough, men leave.
Over high, over laigh.
Of need make Virtue.
Over fast, over loose.
Of all War, Peace is the final end.
Over great familiarity genders despight.
Of ill Debtois men takes Oattes.
Over jolly dow not.
Oft counting makes good friends.
Of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
Over narrow counting culzies no kindnesse.
Out of sight, out of langer.
Put twa half-pennies in a purse, and they will draw together.
Put not your hand betwixt the rind and the Tree.
Pith is good in all Playes.
Penny wise, pound fool.
Puddings and Paramours would be hotly handled.
Poverty parts good company, and is an enemy to vertue.
Put a begger on horseback, and he will ride fast, or else break his neck.
Preists and Doves, make foul houses.
Painters and Poets may have leave to lie.
Put your hand no farther nor your sleeve may reek.
Plenty, is na Dainty.
Pride and sweirnesse would have meikle upholding.
Patience perforce.
Poor men are fain of little thing.
Poor men (they say) have no souls.
Possession is worth an ill chartour.
Play with your peers.
Pride will have a fall.
Provision in season makes a rich meason.
Peter in, and Paul out.
Put that in the next few.
Put your hand into the creel, and you will get either an adder, or an Eele.
Quhat better is the house that the Daw rises in the morning.
Quha may wooe, but Cost?
Quhen the well is full, it will run over.
Quhair the Deer is slain, some bloud will lie.
Quhom God will help, no man can hinder.
Quhen the eye sees not, the heart rewes not.
Quhen friends meets, hearts warms.
Quhen I am dead, make me a caddel.
Quhair the Pig breaks, let the shels lie.
Quhiles the hawk hes, and whiles he hunger hes.
Quha may hold that will away?
Quhen wine is in, wits out.
Quhair stands your great horse?
Quhen a man is full of lust, his wemb is full of leasing.
Quhen the good-wife is fra hame, the keys are tint.
Quhen the Steed is stoon, steik the stable-door.
Quhen Taylours are true, there is little good to shew.
Quhiles thou, whiles I, soe goes the Baillerie.
Quhen the craw flees, her tail follows.
Quhen thy neighbours house is on fire, take tent to thy own.
Quhen the good-man is fra hame, the board-cloth is tint.
Quhen the iron is hot, it is time to strike.
Quhen the Play is best, it is best to lear.
Quhen all men speaks, no man hears.
Quhen the Tod preaches, beware of the hens.
Quhen the belly is full the bones would be at rest.
Quhen the cup is fullest, bear it evenest.
Qhuen thieves reckons, leal men comes to their geir.
Ryme spares no man.
Ruse the fair day at even.
Rhue and time, grows both in ane garden.
Reason band the man.
Romewas not bigged on the first Day.
Racklesse youth makes a goustie Age.
Reavers should not be rewers.
Rule youth well, and eild will rule it fell.
Ruse the Ford, as ye find it.
Scots-men reckon ay fra an ill hour.
Send, and fetch.
Sairy be your meil-poke, and ay your nieve in the nook on't.
Sike Priest, sike Offering.
Swear by your brunt shins.
Seying goes good cheap.
She that takes gifts her self, she sels; and she that gives, does nought else.
She is a sairy mouse, that hes but one Hole.
Shod in the cradle, bair-foot in the Stubble.
Spit on the Stane, and it will be wet at the last.
Sike lippes, sike Latace.
Soon gotten, soon spended.
Saw thin, and maw thin.
Speir at Jock-thief my marrow, if I be a leal man.
Seldom rides, tynes the spurres.
She's a foul bird that syles her own nest.
Sike man, sike master.
Seil comes not while sorrow be gone.
Sooth bourd is na bourd.
Sike a man as thou would be, draw thee to sike company.
Seldom lies the Devil dead by the dike side.
Sike father, sike son.
Soft fire makes sweet malt.
Sturt payes na Debt.
Self do, self ha.
Surfeit slayes mae nor the sword,
Shame shall fall them that shame thinks, to do themselves a good turn.
Shew me the man, and I will shew you the Law.
Seek your sauce where you get your Ale.
Shro the ghuest the house is the war of.
Sokeing sale is best.
Send him to the sea and he will not get water.
Shame is past the shad of your haire.
She hath past the discipline of a Tavern.
Sain you will fra the Devil, and the Lairds bairns.
Small winning makes a heavy purse.
Sike answer as a man gives, sike will he get.
Soon ripe, soon rotten.
Two Wolves may worry ane Sheep.
There is remead for all things but starke dead.
There is little to the rake to get after the beisome.
There came never ill of good Advisement.
There was never a Cake, but it had a make.
There is no friend, to a friend in mister.
Take time while time is, for time will away.
Tide and time, bides na man.
Time tries the truth.
The mair haste, the war speed.
The tree falls not at the first strake.
Thou wilt get no more of the cat, but the skin.
There are many sooth words spoken in bourding.
There is na thief without a Resetter.
There is many a fair thing full false.
There is na man so deaf as he that will not hear.
There was never a fair word in flyting.
The mouth that lyes, slayes the foul.
Trot mother, trot father, how should the foal amble?
They were never fain that fidgit.
Two fools in ane house, is over many.
The day hes eyne, the night hes ears.
The more ye tramp in a ——- it grows the broader.
That which hussies spares, Cats eat.
The weakest goes to the walls.
There is no medicine for fear.
Touch a gall'd Horse on the back and he will fling.
There is no fool to an old fool.
There is none without a fault.
The longer we live, the more farlies we see.
They are welcome that brings.
Twa Daughters, and a back-door, are three stark thieves.
The Piper wants meikle, that wants the nether chafts.
There came never a large Fart forth of a Wrans ———-.
Teem bags rattles.
The thing that is fristed, is not forgiven.
Take part of the pelf when the pack is a dealing.
Tread on a Worm and she will stir her tail.
They are lightly herrite, that hes all their awn.
The Craw thinks her awn Bird fairest.
They buy good cheap that brings nothing hame.
Thraw the wand while it is green.
The Sowter's wife is worst shod.
They will know by an half-penny if a Preist will take offering.
The worst world that ever was, some man wan.
The Tailours wife is worst clad.
Take him up there with his five Egges, and four of them rotten.
Thy tongue is no slander.
This bolt came never out of your bag.
There is little sap in dry peis hools.
Tarrowing bairns were never fat.
The mother of mischief is na mair nor a midgewing.
The higher up, the greater fall.
There are many fair words in the marriage making, but few in the tochergood paying.
True love kythes in time of need.
There is nothing mair precious nor time.
The mair cost, the mair honour.
The lesse play the better.
They that speirs meikle will get wot of part.
There is meikle between word and deed.
There are mae wayes to the wood nor ane.
The blind Horse is hardiest.
The mae the merrier, the fewer the better cheer.
They are good willy of their Horse that hes none.
Three may keep counsel if twa be away.
They put at the Cairt, that is ay gangan.
Twa wits is better nor ane.
They laugh ay that wins.
There are mae maidens, nor maukin.
They mense little the mouth, that bites off the nose.
There is nothing so crouse, as a new washen louse.
They are as wife, as speir not.
This world will not last ay.
Twa hungry meltithes makes the third a glutton.
The grace of God is geir enough.
Thou shouldst not tell thy foe when thy foot sleeps.
The greatest Clerks are not the wisest men.
There belongs mair to a bed nor four bare leggs.
They had never an ill day, that had a good evening.
There is meikle hid meat in a Goose eye.
Take a man by his word, and a Cow by her horn.
The shots overgoes the old swine.
Touch me not on the fair heel.
The Malt is above the Meal.
There is a dog in the well.
Thy Thumb is under my Belt.
The goose-pan is above the roast.
The next time ye dance, wit whom ye take by the hand.