Shod in the cradle, bair-foot in the Stubble.
Ye may not sit in _Rome_, and strive with the Pope.
Before I wein, and now I wat.
I would I had as meikle pepper as he counts himself worthy Mice dirt.
Hap and an halfpennie is worlds geir enough.
Better apple given nor eaten.
God sends meat, and the Devil sends Cooks.
Meikle Head, little Wit.
For fault of wise men fools sits on binks.
It is na play where ane greits, and another laughs.