Scotch proverbs

Poverty parts good company, and is an enemy to vertue.

He is a fairy Cook, that may not lick his own fingers.

He was scant of news, that told his father was hang'd.

Blaw the wind nere so saft, it will lowen at the last.

He mon have leave to speak that cannot had his tongue.

Better learn by your neighbors skaith nor by your own.

Quhen Taylours are true, there is little good to shew.

It is hard to fling at the brod, or kick at the prick.

Every land hes his lauch, and every corne hes the caff.

Long standing, and little offering, makes a poor price.

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