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.

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