A man may speir the gate to _Rome_.

It is good mows that fills the wemb.

Wealth gars wit waver.

Soft fire makes sweet malt.

The blind Horse is hardiest.

Better be alone nor in ill company.

Condition makes, and condition breakes.

Better be envied nor pittied.

If a man knew what would be dear, he would be but Merchant for a year.

Puddings and Paramours would be hotly handled.