It's an ill fight where he that wins has the warst o't.
It's an ill kitchen that keeps the bread awa.
Or an ill master that starves his servants.
It's an ill pack that's no worth the custom.
It's an ill thow that comes frae the north.
It's an ill turn that patience winna owercome.
It's an ill wind that blaws naebody gude.
It's a' outs an' ins, like Willie Wood's wife's wame.
It's a pity fair weather should e'er do harm.
It's a poor tongue that canna tell its ain name.