Guessed work's best if weel done.
"Gulp!" quo' the wife when she swallowed her tongue.
Gunpowder is hasty eldin.
Gust your gab wi' that.
"He's no ill boden,
That gusts his gab wi' oyster sauce,
An' hen weel soden."
—Fergusson.
Gut nae fish till ye get them.
