Better a clout nor a hole out.
Ye cannot make a silk purse of a sows lug.
Many smalls makes a great.
Whatrax of the seed, where the frendship dow not.
Efter long mint, never dint.
Every man slams the fat sows Arse.
Lips go, laps go, he that eats, let him pay.
Love hes no lack.
An ill Cook would have a good Cleaver.
They that speirs meikle will get wot of part.