Make not twa mewes of ane daughter.
Many maisters, quoth the Poddock to the Harrow, when every tind took her a knock.
Meat and Masse, never hindred man.
Maistery mowes the Meadows down.
March Whisquer was never a good Fisher.
Mister makes men of craft.
Make no balks of good beerland.
Mickle Water runs, where the Miller sleeps.
Many brings the rake, but few the shovel.
Meikle must a good heart thole.