Many do lack, that yet would fain have in their pack.

Many smalls makes a great.

Measure, is Treasure.

Mint, ere ye strike.

Many irons in the fire, pare must cool.

Men may buy Gold over dear.

Many speaks of Robin Hood, that never shot in his Bow.

Maidens should be meek while they be married.

Many purses holds friends together.

Misterfull folk must not be mensfull.

Meat makes, and clothes shapes, but manners makes a man.

Many hands makes light work.

Meat is good, but Mense is better.

Make not twa mewes of ane daughter.

Many maisters, quoth the Poddock to the Harrow, when every tind took her a knock.

Meat and Masse, never hindred man.

Maistery mowes the Meadows down.

March Whisquer was never a good Fisher.

Mister makes men of craft.

Make no balks of good beerland.

Mickle Water runs, where the Miller sleeps.

Many brings the rake, but few the shovel.

Meikle must a good heart thole.

Many man makes an errand to the hall to bid the Lady good-day.

Many cares for meal that has baken bread enough.

Make not meikle of little.

Meikle spoken, part must spill.

Many tines the half-mark whinger for the half-penny whang.

Messengers should neither be headed nor hanged.

Meikle has, would ay have more.

Men are blind in their own cause.

Musle not the Oxens mouth.

Many words would have meikle drink.

Many man speirs the gate he kens full well.

Man propones, but God dispones.

Millers take ay the best Multar with their own Hand.

Many man serves a thanklesse master.

Mustard after meat.

Many words fills not the furlot.

Meikle Head, little Wit.

Many Aunts, many Eames, many kin, and few friends.

Mends is worth misdeeds.

Men goes over the dike at the laichest.

Might oftentimes overcomes right.

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