Of the Earth mon the dike be biggit. Of other mens leather, men take large whangs. Over hot, over cold. Of two ills choose the least. Over meikle of any thing is good for nothing. Of ane ill comes many. Of enough, men leave. Over high, over laigh. Of need make Virtue. Over fast, over loose. Of all War, Peace is the final end. Over great familiarity genders despight. Of ill Debtois men takes Oattes. Over jolly dow not. Oft counting makes good friends. Of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh. Over narrow counting culzies no kindnesse. Out of sight, out of langer.
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