A hungry lowse bites fair.
Anes pay it never crave it.
A fools bolt is soon shot.
Anes wood, never wise, ay the worse.
As the Carle riches he wretches.
An ill life, an ill end.
A Skabbed Horse is good enough for a skald Squire.
A given Horse should not be lookt in the teeth.
An old seck craves meikle clouting.
A travelled man hath leave to lye.