sessed of an article, and does not know what to do with
it, like the old lady who won the principal prize in the lottery,
said prize consisting of a live elephant! A "killogie" is, says
Jamieson, "a vacuity before the fireplace in a kiln for drawing
air."
Mak a kirk or a mill o't.
Similar to the preceding proverb. Equivalent to saying such a thing
is entirely in your own control; you may do what you please with it.
Mak friends o' fremit folk.
Mak hay while the sun shines.
Mak nae bauks in gude bear-land.
To "bauk" is to leave small strips of land unturned in ploughing.
Kelly says of this proverb that it is "spoken when it is proposed to
marry the youngest daughter before the eldest."
Mak nae orts o' gude hay.
Literally, do not throw aside good hay.
Mak nae toom ruse.
"Toom ruse" means empty praise, and the proverb signifies that we
should not praise indiscriminately, or without knowledge of the
subject.
Mak the best o' a bad bargain.
Mak your wife a gowdspink, and she'll turn a water-wagtail.
That is, if you indulge a person freely to a certain extent, the
probability is he will exceed the limits.
Malice is aye mindfu'.
Man proposes, God disposes.
Man's twal is no sae gude as the deil's dizzen.
No, because "man's twal" is twelve, while the "deil's dizzen" is
thirteen.
March comes like a lion and gangs like a lamb.
March comes wi' adders' heads and gangs wi' peacocks' tails.
March dust and March win', bleaches as weel as simmer's sun.
March dust and May sun mak corn white and maidens dun.
March water and May sun makes claes clear and maidens dun.
The explanation of this saying, which belongs to the Mearns, is,
that water in the month of March is supposed to be of a more
cleansing quality than in any other month. The same idea is also
expressed in the following saying:
March water's worth May soap.
March whisquer was ne'er a gude fisher.
Marriage and hanging gae by destiny.
Married folk are like rats in a trap--fain to get ithers in, but fain to
be out themsels.
Marriage wad tame the sea, if a match could be got for her.
"Of all comforts I miscarried,
When I played the sot and married:
'Tis a trap, there's none need doubt on't;
Those that are in would fain get out on't."--_Tea-Table Miscellany._
Marry abune your match, and get a maister.
Marry
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