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Sair cravers are ay ill payers.—Satan reproving sin.
Saut, quoth the sutor, when he had eaten a cow a’ but the tail.
Seethe stanes in butter the broo will be gude.
Second thoughts are best.—Ser’ yoursel till your bairns come in age.
Set a beggar on horseback he’ll ride to the deil.
Set a stout heart to a stay brae.—Shame’s past the shade o’ your hair.
Sharp stomachs mak short graces.—Stown dints are sweetest.
Shallow waters mak maist din.—Sinle seen soon forgotten.
She’s as leal a maiden as her man left her.
She hauds up her head like a hen drinking water.
She brack her elbow at the kirk door.—Standing dubs gather dirt.
She’ll wear like a horse shoe, ay the langer the clearer.
Short fo’k are soon angry, their heart’s soon at their mou.
Slaw at meat slaw at wark.—Sorrow and ill weather come unsent for.
Some hae a hantle o’ fauts ye’er only a neer-do-weel.
Souters and tailors count hours.—Speak o’ the deil and he’ll appear.
Speak gude o’ pipers, your father was a fiddler.
Speak when your spoken till, and drink when you’re drucken till.
Strike the iron as lang as it’s het.