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 foul.

Trot mother, trot father, how should the foal amble?