Huly and fair men rides far journeys.
It is weil warit they have sorrow, that buyes it with their silver.
Of enough, men leave.
He is wise who can make a friend of a foe.
Sokeing sale is best.
It is as meet as a thief for the widdie.
Dame dein warily.
Long ere you cut Falkland-wood with a Pen-knife.
Whatrax my Jo, I ken your coptan.
Hear all parties.