Better a wit cost, nor two for nought.
Ye may drink of the burn, but not bite of the brae.
There is nothing mair precious nor time.
He that is ill of his harbery, is good of his way kenning.
All are not maidens that wears bare hair.
It is ill to bring out of the flesh that is bred in the bene.
Bourd neither with me, nor with my Honour.
Like to die mends not the Kirkyard.
A borrowed len should come laughing ahme.
He hes wit at will, that with angry heart can hold him still.