The grace of God is geir enough.
Thou shouldst not tell thy foe when thy foot sleeps.
The greatest Clerks are not the wisest men.
There belongs mair to a bed nor four bare leggs.
They had never an ill day, that had a good evening.
There is meikle hid meat in a Goose eye.
Take a man by his word, and a Cow by her horn.
The shots overgoes the old swine.
Touch me not on the fair heel.
The Malt is above the Meal.
There is a dog in the well.
Thy Thumb is under my Belt.
The goose-pan is above the roast.
The next time ye dance, wit whom ye take by the hand.
U.
Use your friend as ye would have him.
Unskilfull mediciners, and horse-marshels slayes, both man and beast.
Use makes perfectnesse.
W.
Well done, soon done.
Wonder lasts but nine nights in a Town.
We have a craw to pluck.
Whatrax my Jo, I ken your coptan.
Wrang hes no warrand.
Wont beguil'd the Lady.
Wit in a poor mans head, and mosse in a mountain, avails nothing.
Weil is that weil does.
Well good-mother-daughter.
Whatrax of the seed, where the frendship dow not.
Wood in wildernesse, & strength in a fool.
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