Rule youth well, and eild will rule it fell.
He that is red for windlestraws, should not sleep in lees.
They that speirs meikle will get wot of part.
Neirest the heart, neirest the mouth.
It is well said, but who will bell the Cat?
Quhen friends meets, hearts warms.
Ye drive a Snail to _Rome_.
Put a begger on horseback, and he will ride fast, or else break his neck.
They laugh ay that wins.
It is a bare Moor that he goes over, and gets not a Cow.