A burnt bairn fire dreads.
Puddings and Paramours would be hotly handled.
Like draws to like, a skabbed Horse to an old dyke.
An ill Cook would have a good Cleaver.
Na man can both sup and blow together.
He that hes twa huirds, is able to get the third.
Fair words brake never bane, foul words many ane.
Honesty is na pride.
It is eich to cry yule on another man's cost;
Love me little, and love me long.