Ill weeds waxes weil.
It is ill to bring out of the flesh that is bred in the bene.
It is a fairy brewing that is not good in the newing.
It's tint that is done to old men and bairns.
It is a silly flock where the yow bears the bell.
Ill win, ill warit.
In some mens aught mon the old horse die.
It is a sooth board that men sees wakin.
In space, comes Grace.
It is a sin to lye on the Devil.
It is eith till, that the awn self will.
It is good mows that fills the wemb.
It is na time to stoup when the head is off.
It is fair in the hall, when beards wag all.
It will come in an hour, that will not come in a year.
If thou do no ill, do no ill like.
If he steal not my kail, break not my dike.
If he may spend meikle, put the more to the fire.
If I can get his cart at a Waltar, I shall lend it a put.
If I may not keep geese, I shall keep gesline.
It is kindly that the poke fair of the Herring.
It is eich to cry yule on another man's cost;
Ilk a man as he loves, let him send to the Cooks,
It is eith to swim where the head is hild up.
It is weil warit they have sorrow, that buyes it with their silver.
If ane will not, another will.