"Ay, ay, Tammas, but there's wheels within wheels ye ken naething aboot; I canna do 't."
"It's a sma' affair to refuse me, laird."
"Weel, ye see, Tammas, if I was to pit my name till't, ye wad get the siller frae the bank, and when the time came round, ye wadna be ready, and I wad hae to pay't; sae then you and me wad quarrel; sae we mae just as weel quarrel the noo, as lang's the siller's in ma pouch."
1617
In all thy quarrels leave open the door of reconciliation.
1618
To quarrel with one person to please another, is to meet what we merit,—the displeasure of both.
—Crete.