Meat makes, and clothes shapes, but manners makes a man.
A borrowed len should come laughing ahme.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends Cooks.
There was never a fair word in flyting.
The thing that is fristed, is not forgiven.
Thy tongue is no slander.
It is ill to make a bowing horn of a tods tail.
God sends men cold, as they have clothes to.
Cold cools the love that kindles over hot.
Before I wein, and now I wat.