Soft water constantly striking the hard stone, wears it at last, [264]

Soft words don’t scotch the tongue, [16]

Softly, barber, the water scalds, [120]

Softly, don’t raise a dust, [120]

Soldiers must be well paid, and well hanged, [169]

Some day Peter will command as much as his master, [196]

Some have bread who have no teeth left, [58]

Some have fine eyes and can’t see a jot, [58]

Some have the fame, and others card the wool, [260]

Some sell and don’t deliver, [58]