The weakest goes to the walls.
If ane will not, another will.
Many cares for meal that has baken bread enough.
A sloathfull man is a Beggers brother.
There belongs mair to a bed nor four bare leggs.
The Craw thinks her awn Bird fairest.
He is wise, that is ware in time.
As the Carle riches he wretches.
It is eich to cry yule on another man's cost;
Cast not forth the old water while the new come in.