Better be happy nor wise.
Quhen the Steed is stoon, steik the stable-door.
Quhen the eye sees not, the heart rewes not.
Tide and time, bides na man.
There is nothing so crouse, as a new washen louse.
Ye drive a Snail to _Rome_.
It is ill to bring but the thing that is not thereben.
There are mae maidens, nor maukin.
Long standing, and little offering, makes a poor price.
It is ill to make a bowing horn of a tods tail.