Ane year a Nurish, seven years a Daw.
For love of the Nuris, many kisses the Bairn.
Speir at Jock-thief my marrow, if I be a leal man.
Many maisters, quoth the Poddock to the Harrow, when every tind took her a knock.
Hap and an halfpennie is worlds geir enough.
An old Knave is na bairn.
Better happy to court, nor good service.
Quhair the Pig breaks, let the shels lie.
He that hews over hie, the spail will fall into his eye.
Breads House skiald never.