Swear by your brunt shins.
Seying goes good cheap.
She that takes gifts her self, she sels; and she that gives, does nought else.
She is a sairy mouse, that hes but one Hole.
Shod in the cradle, bair-foot in the Stubble.
Spit on the Stane, and it will be wet at the last.
Sike lippes, sike Latace.
Soon gotten, soon spended.
Saw thin, and maw thin.
Speir at Jock-thief my marrow, if I be a leal man.