It's a gude maut that comes wi' will.
It's a gude poor man's blade; it will bend ere it break.
"Spoken of an ill-tempered knife, that will stand as it is bent, or the like."—Kelly.
It's a gude tongue that says nae ill, but a better heart that thinks nane.
It's a gude tree that has neither knap nor gaw.
That is, a good thing that is without fault.
It's a gude enough warld if it haud.
A jocular reply to those who complain that this world is a "weary" one.
It's a gude warld, but it's ill divided.
"It's hardly in a body's pow'r
To keep at times frae being sour,
To see how things are shar'd,—
How best o' chiels are whiles in want,
While coofs on countless thousands rant,
And kenna how to wair't."