Rodgers Dictionary of Proverbs
Shall the sheep go astray, they will be led by
the ill goat.
Shall we kill a snake and carry it in our hand
when we have a bag for putting long
things in?
Shallow waters mak' maist din.
Shame comes to no man unless he himself
help it on the way.
Shame is ever a part of poverty.
Shame is forgotten, debts are not.
Shame is past the shad of your haire.
Shame is worse than death.
Shame lasts longer than poverty.
Shame shall fall them that shame thinks, to
do themselves a good turn.
Shame to the house where the hen crows
and the cock is silent.
Shameful deeds bring on revenge.
Shameful is not the one who doesn't know,
but the one who doesn't ask.
Share and share alike
Share riches and poverty returns.
Shared grief is half grief.
Shared joy is double joy and shared sorrow
is half-sorrow.
Shared joy is double joy.
Shared joy is double joy. Shared sorrow is
half sorrow.
Shared sorrow is half sorrow.
Sharing and giving are the ways of God.
Sharing the figs can leave you with none at
all.
Shark is the famous one in sea the but they
many others.
Sharp acids corrode their own containers.
Sharp stomachs make short graces.
Sharp vinegar only damages its container.
Shavings fly where wood is being chopped.
She bought the carrying cloth even before
the child was born.
She can touch your lobes but never your
latinum.
She died from continuous piling up.
She fries in her own grease.
She frisks about like a cat's tail i' the sun.
She hangs out the broom.
She has a great marriage without a mother-
501
in-law or a sister-in-law.
She hath past the discipline of a Tavern.
She hauds up her head like a hen drinking
water.
She is a sairy mouse, that hes but one Hole.
She is as undecided as an orphan: if she
does not wash her hands, she will be told
that she is a dirty child; if she washes her
hands she will be told that she is wasting
water.
She is beautiful; she has love, understands;
she respects herself and others; everyone
likes, loves and honors her; she is a
goddess.
She is fond of greens who kisses the
gardener.
She is fond of him--on the side where the
pocket hangs.
She is good and honoured who is dead and
buried.
She is good who is close to the fire and does
not burn.
She is like a road -- pretty, but crooked.
She is nether fish nor fowl.
She is not a modest woman whom common
report condemns.
She is well married who has neither mother-
in-law nor sister-in-law.
She looks as if butter would not melt in her
mouth.
She only is chaste, who is chaste where there
is no danger of detection: she who does
not, because she may not, does.
She spend's money like a woman with nay
hands.
She stoops to conquer.
She that takes gifts her self, she sels; and she
that gives, does nought else.
She wants to have buttermilk, but has
hidden the pot brought for it behind
one's back.
She who dances with the chimney sweeper
will eventually end up black.
She who does not yet know how to walk,
cannot climb a ladder.