e need cry "Schew!" to an egg.
It's lang to Lammas.
"Spoken in jest when we forget to lay down bread at the table, as if
we had done it designedly, because it will be long ere new bread
come."--_Kelly._
It's like Truffy's courtship, short but pithy.
It's little o' God's might that makes a poor man a knight.
It's muckle gars tailors laugh, but souters girn aye.
It's nae laughing to girn in a widdy.
To "girn in a widdy" is to laugh or girn when a halter is round the
neck--meaning that it is no joke to be placed in a difficult or
dangerous position.
It's nae play when ane laughs and anither greets.
It's nae shift to want.
It's nae sin to tak a gude price, but in gieing ill measure.
It's nae mair ferlie to see a woman greet than to see a goose gang
barefit.
"Mattie had ill will to see me set awa on this ride, and grat awee,
the silly tawpie; but it's nae mair ferlie to see a woman greet than
to see a goose gang barefit."--_Rob Roy._
It's nae wonder wasters want and lathrons lag behint.
It's needless pouring water on a drowned mouse.
It's neither a far road nor a foul gate.
It's neither here nor there, nor yet ayont the water.
It's neither rhyme nor reason.
It's no aye gude i' the maw what's sweet i' the mouth.
It's no easy to straucht in the oak the crook that grew in the sapling.
It's no for nought that the gled whistles.
"'I think,' said John Gudyill, while he busied himself in
re-charging his guns, 'they hae fund the falcon's neb a bit ower
hard for them--it's no for nought that the hawk whistles.'"--_Old
Mortality._
It's no lost what a friend gets.
It's no safe wading in unco waters.
It's no the burden, but the owerburden, that kills the beast.
It's no the cowl that maks the friar.
It's no the gear to traike.
"'Wha kens what would be the upshot o' a second marriage?'
"'That's looking far ben,' replied the laird; 'my wife, to be sure,
is a frail woman, but she's no the gear that 'ill traike.'"--_The
Entail._
It's no the rumblin' cart that fa's first ower the brae.
It is not the oldest or most likely person that dies first.
It's no tint that comes at last.
It's no "What is she?" but "What has she?"
It's no what we hae, but what we do wi' what we hae, that counts in
heaven.
It's ower far between the kitchen an' the ha'.
It's ower late to lout when the head's got a clout.
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