Befitting any spirited soiree, postprandial repose or protracted lull upon one's laxative throne, this slight compendium of apothegms sublimated by the characteristic concision of Scottish vernacular consists of epigrams profound, practical and wry, winnowed in extract from oral traditions and excerpting the verse of iconic Ayr metrician Robert Burns, whose poesy prefaces topics remitted to ascent of mull, such as Canny Observations:
Craft must have clothes, but truth goes naked.
No weather's ill, if the wind be still.
Trouble follows all extremes.
...Concerning the Almighty:
Danger past, God forgotten.
No tear should fall on the face of a good man dying.
...Friends and Neighbors:
Be slow in choosing a friend, and slower in changing him.
The shortest road's where the company's good.
When I did well, I heard it never; when I did ill, I heard it ever.
Fools look to tomorrow, while wise men use tonight.
...Love and Marriage:
He who tells his wife all is newly married.
Never marry for money; ye'll borrow it cheaper.
...Money and Property:
A shroud has no pockets.
The purse of a sick person prolongs his care.
Content is no child of wealth.
Give your tongue more holidays than your head.
If you don't see the bottom, don't wade.
You can beguile none but those who trust in you.
...Food and Drink:
He that buys land buys stones,
he that buys beef buys bones,
he that buys nuts buys shells,
he that buys good ale buys nothing else.
Handsomely printed and bound in a cover of Black Steward plaid, this slender book sports graceful chirography of faux Insular Half-Uncial and Anglo-Saxon Miniscule scripts beseeming the lineament of these maxims, and delineations of Burns, a lion of Royal Arms, a bagpipe set, thistles (adorning corners of page delimitations), et cetera, rendered by the skilled hand of one Esther Feske. Its brevity of content would entail a binding of mere staples were every page not blank overleaf; as adumbrated, its succinct length gibes with the terseness of the axioms within.