Better two skaiths, nor ane sorrow.
It is well said, but who will bell the Cat?
There are mae maidens, nor maukin.
He that forsakes missour, missour forsake him.
I wat where my own shoe binds me.
Ill weeds waxes weil.
He that borrows and bigs; makes feasts and thigs; drinks and is not dry; these three are not thrifty.
Quhen the iron is hot, it is time to strike.
A Vaunter and a Lyar is both one thing.
Meikle spoken, part must spill.