ms lang.

Literally, decayed by age, a short road seems a very long one.

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Sae mony men, sae mony minds.

"Saft beddin's gude for sair banes," quo' Howie when he streekit himsel
on the midden-head.

"Saft's your horn, my friend," quo' the man when he grippit the cuddy's
lug.

"Sail," quo' the king: "Haud," quo' the wind.

Sair cravers are ill-payers.

"This proverb, and the reverse, viz., 'Ill payers are sore cravers,'
I have never yet seen fail."--_Kelly._

Sairs shouldna be sair handled.

That is, delicate or painful subjects should be cautiously alluded
to.

Sair wark and poortith downa weel be joined.

Sairy be your meal-pock, and aye your nieve i' the neuk o't.

An uncharitable saying, expressing literally a wish that the meal
bag may be empty when the hand is put in to take some.

"Saut," quo' the souter, when he had eaten a cow a' but the tail.

"Spoken to them that flag when they have almost finished a difficult
task."--_Kelly._

Save yoursel' frae the deil and the laird's bairns.

"A caution of poor people to their children, how they meddle with
their superiors; for, if they hurt the laird's bairns, they will be
sure to be punished, but, if hurt by them, they will get no
right."--_Kelly._

Saw thin, shear thin.

Saw wheat in dirt and rye in dust.

Saw ye that and shotna at it, and you sae gleg a gunner.

A satire upon a boaster who is telling of some extraordinary thing
which he pretends to have seen.

Say aye "No," and ye'll ne'er be married.

A jocular remark to a person who has refused something which has
been offered to him.

Saying gangs cheap.

"Talking pays nae toll."--_English._

Say weel and dae weel, end wi' ae letter: say weel is gude, but dae weel
is better.

Say what you will, an ill mind will turn't to ill.

Scant-o'-grace hears lang preachings.

Or, at least, thinks them so.

Scanty cheeks mak a lang nose.

Scart-the-cog wad sup mair.

To "scart the cog" is to scrape the inside of the dish.

Scorn comes wi' skaith.

Scornfu' dogs eat dirty puddin's.

"'Hout, fye--hout, fye--all nonsense and pride,' said the Laird of
Summertrees, 'scornful dogs will eat dirty puddings, cousin Crosbie.
Ye little ken what some of your friends were obliged to do yon time
for a sowp of brose or a bit of bannock.'"--_Redgauntlet._

Scorn not the bush ye