Blair Collection > Mackintosh's collection of Gaelic proverbs, and familar phrases

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267. Cliaidh mi thar lus.
268. Cha'n 'eil doras gun laib, is cuid aiff am bheil a
dha.(^)
269. Cha tuit giiidheachan air clach no air crann.
270. Cha'n fhaidhear an diu air ais an dè.
271. Chuir iad am halgan main fo cheann. {f)
272. Cinnidh Scuit saor am fine,
, Mar breug am faistine :
Far am faighear an lia-fail,
Dlighe flaitheas do ghabhail. [g)
•^73. Cha d'thugadh i deirc do'n dall air muin a chrùb-
aich.
274. Cha'n 'eil feil no faighidhir airnach faighir Maol-
ruanaidh.
275. Cha d'theid è timchiol a phris leis.
276. Cha chreach è diìthaich.
277. Cha d'thig a' saoghach, ach an deoch a bhios
ann.
278. Ciod a dh'iarradh tu air bo, ach gnòsd?
279. Cha'n fhaighir maith gun dragh.
280. Cha b'e 'n cù ma cnaibh e.
(e) " In Scotland," says B.ay^ " they have neither bellows,
warming-pans, nor houses of office.*^ This was prior to the reign
of the Prince of Orange. The Dutch are cleanly to excess.
(/) Said of a profound sleeper.
(g) " The Druidical oracle is in rerse," says Toland, " antl
*' in these original words, —
" Cioniodh scuit saor an fine y
" Man ha brcag an Faisdifie,
** JMar a bhfaighid an Lici-fail,
" Dlighd flaitheas do ghabhail,
^* Which may be read thus truly, but monkishly translated, in
" Hector JBoelhius,