They will know by an half-penny if a Preist will take offering.
The worst world that ever was, some man wan.
The Tailours wife is worst clad.
Take him up there with his five Egges, and four of them rotten.
Thy tongue is no slander.
This bolt came never out of your bag.
There is little sap in dry peis hools.
Tarrowing bairns were never fat.
The mother of mischief is na mair nor a midgewing.
The higher up, the greater fall.