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A80114
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A collection of Scotch proverbs. Collected by Pappity Stampoy.
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Stampoy, Pappity, pseud.
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1663
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Wing C5190A; ESTC R223433
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Bailleri Quhen the craw flees her tail follows Quhen thy neighbours house is on fire take tent to thy own Quhen the good-man is fra hame the board-cloth is tint Quhen the fron is hot it is time to strike Quhen the Play is best it is best to lear Quhen all men speaks no man hears Quhen the Tod preaches beware of the hens Quhen the belly is full the bones would be at rest Quhen the cup is fullest bear it evenest Qhuen thieves reckons leal men comes to their geir R. RYme spares no man Ruse the fair day at even Rhue and time grows both in ane garden Reason band the man Rome was not bigged on the first Day Racklesse youth makes a goustie Age. Reavers should not be rewers Rule youth well and eild will rule it sell Ruse the Ford as ye find it S. SCots-men reckon ay fra an ill hour Send and fetch Sairy be your meil-poke and ay your nieve in the nook on 't Sike Priest sike Offering Swear by your brunt shins Seying goes good cheap She that takes gifts her self she sels and she that gives does nought else She is a sairy mouse that hes but one Hole Shod in the cradle bair-foot in the Stubble Spit on the Stane and it will be wet at the last Sike lippes sike Latace Soon gotten soon spended Saw thin and maw thin Speir at Jock-thief my marrow if I be a leal man Seldom rides tynes the spurres She 's a foul bird that fyles her own nest Sike man sike master Seil comes not while sorrow be gone Sooth bourd is na bourd Sike a man as thou would be draw thee to sike company Seldom lies the Devil dead by the dike side Sike father sike son Soft fire makes sweet malt Sturt payes na Debt Self do self ha Surfeit slayes mae nor the sword Shame shall fall them that shame thinks to do themselves a good turn Shew me the man and I will shew you the Law Seek your sauce where you get your Ale Shro the ghuest the house is the war of Sokeing sale is best Send him to the sea and he will not get water Shame is past the shad of your haire She hath past the discipline of a Tavern Sain you will fra the Devil and the Lairds bairns Small winning makes a heavy purse Sike answer as a man gives sike will he get Soon ripe soon rotten T. TWo Wolves may worry ane Sheep There is remead for all things but starke dead There is little to the rake to get after the beisome There came never ill of good Advisement There was never a Cake but it had a make There is no friend to a friend in mister Take time while time is for time will away Tide and time bides na man Time tries the truth The mair haste the war speed The tree falls not at the first strake Thou wilt get no more of the cat but the skin There are many sooth words spoken in bourding There is na thief without a Resetter There is many a fair thing full false There is na man so deaf as he that will not hear There was never a fair word in flyting The mouth that lyes slayes the soul Trot mother trot father how should the foal amble They were never fain that fidgit Two fools in ane house is over many The day hes eyne the night hes ears The more ye tramp in a it grows the broader That which hussies spares Cats eat The weakest goes to the walls There is no medicine for fear Touch a gall'd Horse on the back and he will fling There is no fool to an old fool There is none without a fault The longer we live the more farlies we see They are welcome that brings Twa Daughters and a back-door are three stark thieves The Piper wants meikle that wants the nether chafts There came never a large Fart forth of a Wrans Teem bags rattles The thing that is fristed is not forgiven Take part of the pelf when the pack is a dealing Tread on a Worm and she will stir her tail They are lightly herrite that hes all their awn The Craw thinks her awn Bird fairest They buy good cheap that brings nothing hame Thraw the wand while it is green The Sowter's wife is worst shod They will know by an half-penny if a Preist will take offering The worst world that ever was some man wan The Tailours wife is worst clad Take him up there with his five Egges and four of them rotten Thy tongue is no slander This bolt came never out of your bag There is little sap in dry peis hools Tarrowing bairns were never fat The mother of mischief is na mair nor a midgewing The higher up the greater fall There are many fair words in the marriage making but few in the tochergood paying True love kythes in time of need There is nothing mair precious nor time The mair cost the mair honour The lesse play the better They that speirs meikle will get wot of part There is meikle between word and deed There are mae wayes to the wood nor ane The blind Horse is hardiest The mae the merrier the fewer the better cheer They are good willy of their Horse that hes none Three may keep counsel if twa be away They put at the Cairt that is ay gangan Twa wits is better nor ane They laugh ay that wins There are mae maidens nor maukin They mense little the mouth that bites off the nose There is nothing so crouse as a new washen louse They are as wise as speir not This world will not last ay Twa hungry meltithes makes the third a glutton The grace of God is geir enough Thou shouldst not tell thy foe when thy foot sleeps The greatest Clerks are not the wisest men There belongs mair to a bed nor four bare leggs They had never an ill day that had a good evening There is meikle hid meat in a Goose eye Take a man by his word and a Cow by her horn The shots overgoes the old swine Touch me not on the sair heel The Malt is above the Meal There is a dog in the well Thy Thumb is under my Belt The goose-pan is above the roast The next time ye dance wit whom ye take by the hand U. USe your friend as ye would have him Unskilfull mediciners and horse-marshels slayes both man and beast Use makes perfectnesse W. WEll done soon done Wonder lasts but nine nights in a Town We have a craw to pluck Whatrax my Jo I ken your coptan Wrang hes no warrand Wont beguil'd the Lady Wit in a poor mans head and mosse in a mountain avails nothing Weil is that weil does Well good-mother-daughter Whatrax of the feed where the frendship dow not Wood in wildernesse strength in a fool Weapons bodes peace Wiles help weak folk Waken not sleeping dogs Women and bairns keep counsell of that they ken not We hounds slew the Hare quoth the messoun Wishers and woulders are poor householders Weil worth aw that gars the plough draw Words are but winde but dunts are the Devill With empty hand no man should hawks allure Wark bears witnesse who weil does Wrang hearing makes wrang rehearsing Wealth gars wit waver Weil bides weil betides Wrong count is no payment Y. YE should be a King â—f 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