They buy good cheap that brings nothing hame.

Ane year a Nurish, seven years a Daw.

Quhiles thou, whiles I, soe goes the Baillerie.

He sits above that deals aikers.

Better be dead as out of the fashion.

It is a silly flock where the yow bears the bell.

He is wise, that is ware in time.

Shame is past the shad of your haire.

Time tries the truth.

He that borrows and bigs; makes feasts and thigs; drinks and is not dry; these three are not thrifty.