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Updated: June 4, 2025
Quhen the cup is fullest, bear it evenest. Qhuen thieves reckons, leal men comes to their geir. Ryme spares no man. Ruse the fair day at even. Rhue and time, grows both in ane garden. Reason band the man. Rome was not bigged on the first Day. Racklesse youth makes a goustie Age. Reavers should not be rewers. Rule youth well, and eild will rule it fell. Ruse the Ford, as ye find it.
Every man can rule an ill wife, but he that hes Her. Eaten meat is good to pay. Eild wald have Honour. Evening Orts is good morning-fother. Every man wisheth the water to his own milne. Early maister, lang knave. Every land hes his lauch, and every corne hes the caff. Eat and drink measurely, and defie the mediciners. Every man for Himself, quoth the mertine. Efter delay comes a Let.
"I think," he said, "that my spirit is changing within me. I feel as if I had never known life until now. In vain I say unto myself that this must be a mere fantasy of mine; I, who am marked with the 'frost of eild, who will soon be let me see seven-and-thirty years old. What think you of that age?" His eyes, bent on her, spoke more than mere curiosity; but Olive, unaware, looked up and smiled.
The consciousness of independence, and, probably, some slight preliminary touches from approaching eild, had rather abated the energy of his exertions; yet Thomas still made a fair week's wage of it, as matters went. Now, with a portion of the honest wealth which he had acquired, Mr.
He stood still, and nodded at the body and mumbled to himself; then he went over and touched the hands and forehead, nodding wisely; after which he came to his armchair, and, sitting down, spread the coat over his knees, put the cap on it, and gossiped with himself: "In eild our idle fancies all return, The mind's eye cradled by the open grave."
He stood still, and nodded at the body and mumbled to himself; then he went over and touched the hands and forehead, nodding wisely; after which he came to his armchair, and, sitting down, spread the coat over his knees, put the cap on it, and gossiped with himself: "In eild our idle fancies all return, The mind's eye cradled by the open grave."
I was sitting on a laigh stool at the fireside, between the chumley-lug and the gown-tail of old Nanse Snoddie, my mother's aunty, a godly woman, that in her eild we took care of; and as young and old came in, the salutation was in silence, as of guests coming to a burial.
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