It's lang or Like-to-dee fills the kirkyaird.
Spoken of those who are always complaining how ill they are, and likely to die; but who, nevertheless, generally contrive to live as long as other people.
It's lang or the deil dees at the dike side.
That is, it will be long ere we hear of the removal or death of a particular person who is a cause of annoyance to us.
It's lang or ye 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.
"It is too late to throw water on the cinders when the house is burnt down."--_Danish._
It's ower late to spare when the back's bare.
It's ower weel hoardet that canna be found.
It's past joking when the head's aff.
It's sair to haud drink frae drouth.
It spreads like muirburn.
"Muirburn," furze on fire. Said of ill news.
It's stinking praise comes out o' ane's ain mouth.
It stinks like a brock.
"Our gentry care sae little For delvers, ditchers, and sic cattle; They gang as saucy by poor folk, As I would by a stinking brock."--_Burns._