It is as meet as a thief for the widdie.

I would I had as meikle pepper as he counts himself worthy Mice dirt.

It will be an ill web to bleitch.

I cannot find you both tails and ears.

It is ill to make a bowing horn of a tods tail.

If ever ye make a lucky pudding, I shall eat the prick.

It that God will give, the Devil cannot reave.

In a good time I speak it, in a better I leave it.

It's a silly pack that may not pay the custom.

I have seen as light a green.

It's a cold coal to blow at.

It is a fair feild where all are dung down.

It's a fair dung bairn that dare not greit.

I wat where my own shoe binds me.

If ye wanted me, and your meat, you would want ane good friend.