Freedome is a fair thing.
The mother of mischief is na mair nor a midgewing.
He is poor that God Hates.
Fools are fain of right nought.
Whatrax my Jo, I ken your coptan.
Meat is good, but Mense is better.
Every man can rule an ill wife, but he that hes Her.
Put your hand no farther nor your sleeve may reek.
Two fools in ane house, is over many.
Quhen Taylours are true, there is little good to shew.