It that lies not in your gate, breaks not your shins.
All things helps quoth the Wran, when she pisht in the Sea.
A yule feast may be quit at Pasch.
Biting and scarting is Scots folks Wooing.
Quhen all men speaks, no man hears.
Reason band the man.
Hoordom and grace, can never bide in one place.
Betwixt twae stools the arse falls down.
Fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.
Three may keep counsel if twa be away.