A Lyons Skin Is Never

Before You Make A Friend, Eate A Bushell Of Salt With Him.

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.

Hee That Demands Misseth Not, Unlesse His Demands Be Foolish.

Hee That Eats The Hard Shall Eate The Ripe.