Collection of Scotch Proverbs | Page 8

makes, and clothes shapes, but manners makes a man.
Many hands makes light work.
Meat is good, but Mense is better.
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.
Many man makes an errand to the hall to bid the Lady good-day.
Many cares for meal that has baken bread enough.
Make not meikle of little.
Meikle spoken, part must spill.
Many tines the half-mark whinger for the half-penny whang.
Messengers should neither be headed nor hanged.
Meikle has, would ay have more.
Men are blind in their own cause.
Musle not the Oxens mouth.
Many words would have meikle drink.
Many man speirs the gate he kens full well.
Man propones, but God dispones.
Millers take ay the best Multar with their own Hand.
Many man serves a thanklesse master.
Mustard after meat.
Many words fills not the furlot.
Meikle Head, little Wit.
Many Aunts, many Eames, many kin, and few friends.
Mends is worth misdeeds.
Men goes over the dike at the laichest.
Might oftentimes overcomes right.

N.
Neirest the King, neirest the Widdie.
No man can play the fool so well as the wise man.
No plea is best.
Nature passes Nurture.
New Lords, new Laws.
Neirest the heart, neirest the mouth.
Na man can both sup and blow together.
Nothing comes sooner to light, than that which is long hid.
Nothing enters a close Hand.
Neir is the Kirtle, but neirer is the Sark.
Need hes no law.
No man may puind for unkindnesse.
Neirest to the Kirk, farthest fra God.
Need makes Virtue.
Never rade, never fell.
Nothing is difficile to a weill willed man.
Need gars naked men run, and sorrow gars Websters spin.
No man can seek his marrow in the Kirn, so weil as he that hes bin in it himself.
No man makes his own hap.
No penny, no pardon.

O.
Of the Earth mon the dike be biggit.
Of other mens leather, men take large whangs.
Over hot, over cold.
Of two ills choose the least.
Over meikle of any thing is good for nothing.
Of ane ill comes many.
Of enough, men leave.
Over high, over laigh.
Of need make Virtue.
Over fast, over loose.
Of all War, Peace is the final end.
Over great familiarity genders despight.
Of ill Debtois men takes Oattes.
Over jolly dow not.
Oft counting makes good friends.
Of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
Over narrow counting culzies no kindnesse.
Out of sight, out of langer.

P.
Put twa half-pennies in a purse, and they will draw together.
Put not your hand betwixt the rind and the Tree.
Pith is good in all Playes.
Penny wise, pound fool.
Puddings and Paramours would be hotly handled.
Poverty parts good company, and is an enemy to vertue.
Put a begger on horseback, and he will ride fast, or else break his neck.
Preists and Doves, make foul houses.
Painters and Poets may have leave to lie.
Put your hand no farther nor your sleeve may reek.
Plenty, is na Dainty.
Pride and sweirnesse would have meikle upholding.
Patience perforce.
Poor men are fain of little thing.
Poor men (they say) have no souls.
Possession is worth an ill chartour.
Play with your peers.
Pride will have a fall.
Provision in season makes a rich meason.
Peter in, and Paul out.
Put that in the next few.
Put your hand into the creel, and you will get either an adder, or an Eele.

Q.
Quhat better is the house that the Daw rises in the morning.
Quha may wooe, but Cost?
Quhen the well is full, it will run over.
Quhair the Deer is slain, some bloud will lie.
Quhom God will help, no man can hinder.
Quhen the eye sees not, the heart rewes not.
Quhen friends meets, hearts warms.
Quhen I am dead, make me a caddel.
Quhair the Pig breaks, let the shels lie.
Quhiles the hawk hes, and whiles he hunger hes.
Quha may hold that will away?
Quhen wine is in, wits out.
Quhair stands your great horse?
Quhen a man is full of lust, his wemb is full of leasing.
Quhen the good-wife is fra hame, the keys are tint.
Quhen the Steed is stoon, steik the stable-door.
Quhen Taylours are true, there is little good to shew.
Quhiles thou, whiles I, soe goes the Baillerie.
Quhen the craw flees, her tail follows.
Quhen thy neighbours house is on fire, take tent to thy own.
Quhen the good-man is fra hame, the board-cloth is tint.
Quhen the iron is hot, it is time to strike.
Quhen the Play is best, it is best to lear.
Quhen all men speaks, no man hears.
Quhen the Tod preaches, beware of the hens.
Quhen the belly is full the bones would be at rest.
Quhen the cup is fullest, bear it evenest.
Qhuen thieves reckons, leal men comes to their geir.

R.
Ryme spares no man.
Ruse the fair day at even.
Rhue and time, grows both in ane garden.
Reason band the man.
Rome was not bigged on the first Day.
Racklesse youth makes a goustie Age.
Reavers should not be rewers.
Rule youth well, and eild will rule it