Collection of Scotch Proverbs | Page 9

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Ruse the Ford, as ye find it.

S.
Scots-men reckon ay fra an ill hour.
Send, and fetch.
Sairy be your meil-poke, and ay your nieve in the nook on't.
Sike Priest, sike Offering.
Swear by your brunt shins.
Seying goes good cheap.
She that takes gifts her self, she sels; and she that gives, does nought else.
She is a sairy mouse, that hes but one Hole.
Shod in the cradle, bair-foot in the Stubble.
Spit on the Stane, and it will be wet at the last.
Sike lippes, sike Latace.
Soon gotten, soon spended.
Saw thin, and maw thin.
Speir at Jock-thief my marrow, if I be a leal man.
Seldom rides, tynes the spurres.
She's a foul bird that syles her own nest.
Sike man, sike master.
Seil comes not while sorrow be gone.
Sooth bourd is na bourd.
Sike a man as thou would be, draw thee to sike company.
Seldom lies the Devil dead by the dike side.
Sike father, sike son.
Soft fire makes sweet malt.
Sturt payes na Debt.
Self do, self ha.
Surfeit slayes mae nor the sword,
Shame shall fall them that shame thinks, to do themselves a good turn.
Shew me the man, and I will shew you the Law.
Seek your sauce where you get your Ale.
Shro the ghuest the house is the war of.
Sokeing sale is best.
Send him to the sea and he will not get water.
Shame is past the shad of your haire.
She hath past the discipline of a Tavern.
Sain you will fra the Devil, and the Lairds bairns.
Small winning makes a heavy purse.
Sike answer as a man gives, sike will he get.
Soon ripe, soon rotten.

T.
Two Wolves may worry ane Sheep.
There is remead for all things but starke dead.
There is little to the rake to get after the beisome.
There came never ill of good Advisement.
There was never a Cake, but it had a make.
There is no friend, to a friend in mister.
Take time while time is, for time will away.
Tide and time, bides na man.
Time tries the truth.
The mair haste, the war speed.
The tree falls not at the first strake.
Thou wilt get no more of the cat, but the skin.
There are many sooth words spoken in bourding.
There is na thief without a Resetter.
There is many a fair thing full false.
There is na man so deaf as he that will not hear.
There was never a fair word in flyting.
The mouth that lyes, slayes the foul.
Trot mother, trot father, how should the foal amble?
They were never fain that fidgit.
Two fools in ane house, is over many.
The day hes eyne, the night hes ears.
The more ye tramp in a ----- it grows the broader.
That which hussies spares, Cats eat.
The weakest goes to the walls.
There is no medicine for fear.
Touch a gall'd Horse on the back and he will fling.
There is no fool to an old fool.
There is none without a fault.
The longer we live, the more farlies we see.
They are welcome that brings.
Twa Daughters, and a back-door, are three stark thieves.
The Piper wants meikle, that wants the nether chafts.
There came never a large Fart forth of a Wrans -------.
Teem bags rattles.
The thing that is fristed, is not forgiven.
Take part of the pelf when the pack is a dealing.
Tread on a Worm and she will stir her tail.
They are lightly herrite, that hes all their awn.
The Craw thinks her awn Bird fairest.
They buy good cheap that brings nothing hame.
Thraw the wand while it is green.
The Sowter's wife is worst shod.
They will know by an half-penny if a Preist will take offering.
The worst world that ever was, some man wan.
The Tailours wife is worst clad.
Take him up there with his five Egges, and four of them rotten.
Thy tongue is no slander.
This bolt came never out of your bag.
There is little sap in dry peis hools.
Tarrowing bairns were never fat.
The mother of mischief is na mair nor a midgewing.
The higher up, the greater fall.
There are many fair words in the marriage making, but few in the tochergood paying.
True love kythes in time of need.
There is nothing mair precious nor time.
The mair cost, the mair honour.
The lesse play the better.
They that speirs meikle will get wot of part.
There is meikle between word and deed.
There are mae wayes to the wood nor ane.
The blind Horse is hardiest.
The mae the merrier, the fewer the better cheer.
They are good willy of their Horse that hes none.
Three may keep counsel if twa be away.
They put at the Cairt, that is ay gangan.
Twa wits is better nor ane.
They laugh ay that wins.
There are mae maidens, nor maukin.
They mense little the mouth, that bites off the nose.
There is nothing so crouse, as a new washen louse.
They are as wife, as speir not.
This world will not last ay.
Twa hungry meltithes makes the third a glutton.
The grace of God is geir enough.
Thou shouldst not tell thy foe when thy foot sleeps.
The greatest Clerks are not the wisest men.
There belongs mair to a bed nor four bare leggs.
They had never an ill day,