Dead at the one door, and heirship at the other.
Over high, over laigh.
He is wise, when he is well can had him sa.
Possession is worth an ill chartour.
He that comes first to the hill, may sit where he will.
All are not maidens that wears bare hair.
The mair haste, the war speed.
Better lang little, then soon right nought.
All things thrive but thrice.
Kindnesse will creep where it may not gang.