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.