Ye're aither ower het or ower cauld, like the miller o Marshach mill.
Ye're bonny eneuch tae them that loe ye, an ower bonny tae them that loe ye an canna get ye.
Ye're ane o Cou-Meek's breed, ye'll stand athoot a bonoch.
Ye're busy seeking the thing that's no tint.
Ye're ane o snaw-baa's bairn time.
Ye're busy tae claer yersel when naebody files ye.
Ye're ane o the tender Gordons-ye daurna be hanged for gaa in yer neck.
Ye're as braw as Bink's wife,-like the sun on shairney watter.
Ye're as daft as ye're days auld.
Ye're as fou o maggots as the bride o Preston, that stoppit hauf wey as she gaed tae the kirk.
Ye're a man amang geese when the gander's awa.
Ye're as fou o mischief as a egg's fou o maet.
Ye're a queer fish no tae hae fins.
Ye're as lang tuinin yer pipes as anither wad play a spring.
Ye're a sweet nut if you were well cracked.
Ye're as mim as a Mey puddock.
Yer tongue rins aye afore yer wit.
Yer tongue wags like a lamb's tail.
Yer will's law, qo the tyler tae the clockin hen, when she picked oot his twa een, an cam for his nose.
Yer wit will never worry ye.
Ye're a day efter the fair.
Yer breid's baked, ye can hing up yer girdle.
Ye're a deil an nae cou, like the man's bull.
Yer een's greedier than yer guts.
Ye're a fine sword, qo the fuil tae the wheat braird.