Many man makes an errand to the hall to bid the Lady good-day.
Like to die mends not the Kirkyard.
Ye drive a Snail to _Rome_.
Man propones, but God dispones.
Laugh, and lay down again.
All is not gold that glitters.
Sike father, sike son.
Daffing dow nothing.
Quhen the eye sees not, the heart rewes not.
All fellows, Jock and the Laird.