Quhen wine is in, wits out.

Quhair stands your great horse?

Quhen a man is full of lust, his wemb is full of leasing.

Quhen the good-wife is fra hame, the keys are tint.

Quhen the Steed is stoon, steik the stable-door.

Quhen Taylours are true, there is little good to shew.

Quhiles thou, whiles I, soe goes the Baillerie.

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 iron 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.