Every land hes his lauch, and every corne hes the caff.
Good chear, and good cheap, garres many haunt the House.
It is ill to make a bowing horn of a tods tail.
The more ye tramp in a ----- it grows the broader.
There is many a fair thing full false.
Fidlers, dogs and flies, come to the feast uncalled.
Sike a man as thou would be, draw thee to sike company.
In a good time I speak it, in a better I leave it.
A poor man is fain of little.
New Lords, new Laws.