Tread on a Worm and she will stir her tail.
Better lang little, then soon right nought.
Let him drink as he hes browen.
A yeeld Sow was never good to gryses.
Maistery mowes the Meadows down.
It is na play where ane greits, and another laughs.
Meikle has, would ay have more.
Ane Swallow makes no summer.
A man may spit on his hand, and doe full ill.
There is meikle hid meat in a Goose eye.