Half a nuch is half sill.
Little wit makes meikle travel.
There is nothing mair precious nor time.
Bonie silver is soon spendit.
He that hews over hie, the spail will fall into his eye.
Ryme spares no man.
A shored Tree stands long.
He that tholes, overcomes.
The mair cost, the mair honour.
Lear young, lear fair,