Only latna a man tak presumption for faith! that's a fearsome mistak, for it's jist the opposite." "I thank ye," said Donal.

"I'll consider wi' my best endeevour what ye hae said." "But o' a' things," resumed the cobbler, "luik 'at ye lo'e fairplay.
Fairplay 's a won'erfu' word--a gran' thing constantly lost sicht o'.
Man, I hae been tryin' to win at the duin' o' the richt this mony a year, but I daurna yet lat mysel' ac' upo' the spur o' the moment whaur my ain enterest 's concernt: my ain side micht yet blin' me to the ither man's side o' the business.

Onybody can un'erstan' his ain richt, but it taks trible an' thoucht to un'erstan' what anither coonts his richt.

Twa richts canna weel clash.

It's a wrang an' a richt, or pairt wrang an' a pairt richt 'at clashes." "Gien a'body did that, I doobt there wad be feow fortins made!" said Donal.
"Aboot that I canna say, no kennin'; I daurna discover a law whaur I haena knowledge! But this same fairplay lies, alang wi' love, at the varra rute and f'undation o' the universe.