An tha maistèr wull dae awa wi hïm an pit hïm alang wi tha hippycrates; ye can be shair that whar they wull be, thair'll be greetin an scringein o teeth!”
Yous ir tha saut o tha irth. But ïf tha saut loasses ïts taste, hoo can ït git bak ïts tang? It ïs nae lang'r onie use, but fer tae be throwed oot an thrampt unnèr fit.
If a bodie daesnae bide ïn me, he ïs laik a brench that ïs redd oot an wuthers up an dees; sitch brenches ïs gethert up an coupt ïntae tha fire an brunt.