If I can get his cart at a Waltar, I shall lend it a put.
Pride will have a fall.
A foul foot makes a son wemb.
The mother of mischief is na mair nor a midgewing.
Foul water slokens fire.
Every man for Himself, quoth the mertine.
All is well that ends well.
Take part of the pelf when the pack is a dealing.
Seldom rides, tynes the spurres.
He that hes gold may buy land.