Ye should be a King of your word.
Your winning is no my tinsel.
Ye may puind for debt, but not for unkindnesse.
Ye learn your Father to get bairns.
Ye will break your crag as soon as your fast in his house.
Ye ride a bootlesse errand.
Ye may not sit in _Rome_, and strive with the Pope.
Ye seek grace at a gracelesse face.
Ye strive against the stream.
Ye drive a Snail to _Rome_.
Youth never casts for peril.
Ye seek hot water under cold ice.
Ye breed of the cat, ye would fain have fish, but ye have na will to
wet your feet.
Youth and age will never agree.
Ye will get war bodes ere Beltan.
Ye breed of the gouk, ye have not a rime but ane.
Ye may drink of the burn, but not bite of the brae.
Ye cannot make a silk purse of a sows lug.
Ye have a face to God, and another to the Devil.
Ye breed of the Millers dog, ye lick your lips ere the poke be open.
Ye would doe little for God, and the Devil were dead.
Ye have a ready mouth for a ripe cherry.