It is kindly that the poke fair of the Herring.
It is eich to cry yule on another man's cost;
Ilk a man as he loves, let him send to the Cooks,
It is eith to swim where the head is hild up.
It is weil warit they have sorrow, that buyes it with their silver.
If ane will not, another will.
It is ill to take a breik off a bare ——
It is dear bought honey that is lickt off a thorn.
If God be with us, who will be against us.
It is weil warit that wasters warn geir.