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DAVID FERGUSSON.
EDITION 1641]
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776] ' I "He mair haste, the war speid.
Tyde bydes na man.
Twa daughters and a back door, are three stark theeves.
There was never a cake but it had a make.1
780] There came never a large fart forth of a Wrans arse.
Toome bagges rattles.
The thing that is fristed,2 is not forgiven.
Take part of the pelf, when the pack is a dealing.
Tread on a worme, and she will steir her tail.
They are lightlie herrite 3 that hes their awn.
The Craw thinks her awn bird fairest.
There is little to the rake to get after the bissome.
They buy good cheap that brings nathing hame.
Thraw 4 the wand while it is green.
790] The Sowters 5 wife is worst shod.
The worst warld that ever was, some man wan.
They will know by a half pennie if a priest wil take
offering.
Tyme tryes the truth.
The weeds overgaes the corne.
Take tyme while time is, for time will away.
The piper wants meikle that wants the nether chafts.
They are welcome that brings.
The langer we live, the mae farlies 6 we see.
There are many soothe words spoken in bourding.
800] There is na thief without a resetter.7
1 an equal. 2 [sold on credit.] 3 [harried.] 4 [twist.]
6 [cobbler’s.] 6 [wonders.] 7 [receiver of stolen
goods. ]
776. He *777. ARKH 778. KH 779. K He 780. K

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