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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.