It is dear bought honey that is lickt off a thorn.
If God be with us, who will be against us.
It is weil warit that wasters warn geir.
It is ill to bring but the thing that is not thereben.
It that lies not in your gate, breaks not your shins.
It is na play where ane greits, and another laughs.
If a man knew what would be dear, he would be but Merchant for a year.
It is true that all men sayes.