Chapter M

Many do lack, that yet would fain have in their pack.

Many smalls makes a great.

Measure, is Treasure.

Mint, ere ye strike.

Many irons in the fire, pare must cool.

Men may buy Gold over dear.

Many speaks of _Robin Hood_, that never shot in his Bow.

Maidens should be meek while they be married.

Many purses holds friends together.

Misterfull folk must not be mensfull.

Meat makes, and clothes shapes, but manners makes a man.

Many hands makes light work.

Meat is good, but Mense is better.

Make not twa mewes of ane daughter.

Many maisters, quoth the Poddock to the Harrow, when every tind took her a knock.

Meat and Masse, never hindred man.

Maistery mowes the Meadows down.

March Whisquer was never a good Fisher.

Mister makes men of craft.

Make no balks of good beerland.

Mickle Water runs, where the Miller sleeps.

Many brings the rake, but few the shovel.

Meikle must a good heart thole.

Many man makes an errand to the hall to bid the Lady good-day.

Many cares for meal that has baken bread enough.

Make not meikle of little.

Meikle spoken, part must spill.

Many tines the half-mark whinger for the half-penny whang.

Messengers should neither be headed nor hanged.

Meikle has, would ay have more.

Men are blind in their own cause.

Musle not the Oxens mouth.

Many words would have meikle drink.

Many man speirs the gate he kens full well.

Man propones, but God dispones.

Millers take ay the best Multar with their own Hand.

Many man serves a thanklesse master.

Mustard after meat.

Many words fills not the furlot.

Meikle Head, little Wit.

Many Aunts, many Eames, many kin, and few friends.

Mends is worth misdeeds.

Men goes over the dike at the laichest.

Might oftentimes overcomes right.

N.

Neirest the King, neirest the Widdie.

No man can play the fool so well as the wise man.

No plea is best.

Nature passes Nurture.

New Lords, new Laws.

Neirest the heart, neirest the mouth.

Na man can both sup and blow together.

Nothing comes sooner to light, than that which is long hid.

Nothing enters a close Hand.

Neir is the Kirtle, but neirer is the Sark.

Need hes no law.

No man may puind for unkindnesse.

Neirest to the Kirk, farthest fra God.

Need makes Virtue.

Never rade, never fell.

Nothing is difficile to a weill willed man.

Need gars naked men run, and sorrow gars Websters spin.

No man can seek his marrow in the Kirn, so weil as he that hes bin in it himself.

No man makes his own hap.

No penny, no pardon.

O.

Of the Earth mon the dike be biggit.

Of other mens leather, men take large whangs.

Over hot, over cold.

Of two ills choose the least.

Over meikle of any thing is good for nothing.

Of ane ill comes many.

Of enough, men leave.

Over high, over laigh.

Of need make Virtue.

Over fast, over loose.

Of all War, Peace is the final end.

Over great familiarity genders despight.

Of ill Debtois men takes Oattes.

Over jolly dow not.

Oft counting makes good friends.

Of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.

Over narrow counting culzies no kindnesse.

Out of sight, out of langer.

P.

Put twa half-pennies in a purse, and they will draw together.

Put not your hand betwixt the rind and the Tree.

Pith is good in all Playes.

Penny wise, pound fool.

Puddings and Paramours would be hotly handled.

Poverty parts good company, and is an enemy to vertue.

Put a begger on horseback, and he will ride fast, or else break his neck.

Preists and Doves, make foul houses.

Painters and Poets may have leave to lie.

Put your hand no farther nor your sleeve may reek.

Plenty, is na Dainty.

Pride and sweirnesse would have meikle upholding.

Patience perforce.

Poor men are fain of little thing.

Poor men (they say) have no souls.

Possession is worth an ill chartour.

Play with your peers.

Pride will have a fall.

Provision in season makes a rich meason.

Peter in, and Paul out.

Put that in the next few.

Put your hand into the creel, and you will get either an adder, or an Eele.

Q.

Quhat better is the house that the Daw rises in the morning.

Quha may wooe, but Cost?

Quhen the well is full, it will run over.

Quhair the Deer is slain, some bloud will lie.

Quhom God will help, no man can hinder.

Quhen the eye sees not, the heart rewes not.

Quhen friends meets, hearts warms.

Quhen I am dead, make me a caddel.

Quhair the Pig breaks, let the shels lie.

Quhiles the hawk hes, and whiles he hunger hes.

Quha may hold that will away?

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.

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 fell.

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 syles 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 foul.

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 wife, 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 fair 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 seed, 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 flew 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 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.

FINIS.

End of Project Gutenberg's A Collection of Scotch Proverbs, by Anonymous