"Ye hae had your ain time o't, Mr Syddall; but ilka bean has its black, and ilka path has its puddle; and it will just set you henceforth to sit at the board end, as weel as it did Andrew langsyne."—Rob Roy.
Ilka bird maun hatch her ain egg.
Ilka blade o' grass keps it's ain drap o' dew.
Ilka corn has its shool.
Ilka dog has its day.
"'You have made a most excellent and useful purchase, Cuddie. But what is that portmanteau?' 'The pockmantle?' answered Cuddie: 'It was Lord Evandale's yesterday, and it's yours the day. I fand it ahint the bush o' broom yonder. Ilka dog has its day—ye ken what the auld sang says,
"'"Take turn about, mither," quo' Tam o' the Linn.'"—Old Mortality.
Ilka land has its ain land-law.
"Jeannie Deans, writing from London to Reuben Butler, says,—'Ye will think I am turned waster, for I wear clean hose and shoon every day; but it's the fashion here for decent bodies, and ilka land has its ain land-law.'"—Heart of Midlothian.
Ilka land has its ain leid.