Thou must be bold, Henry; and bear thyself not as if thou wert going to the gallows lee, but like a gay young fellow, who knows his own worth and will not be slighted by the best grandchild Eve ever had.

Catharine is a woman like her mother, and thou thinkest foolishly to suppose they are all set on what pleases the eye.

Their ear must be pleased too, man: they must know that he whom they favour is bold and buxom, and might have the love of twenty, though he is suing for theirs.

Believe an old man, woman walk more by what others think than by what they think themselves, and when she asks for the boldest man in Perth whom can she hear named but Harry Burn-the-wind?
The best armourer that ever fashioned weapon on anvil?
Why, Harry Smith again.

The tightest dancer at the maypole?
Why, the lusty smith.