Ye gang round by Lanark for fear Linton dogs bite you.
Ye gae gude counsel, but he's a fool that taks 't.
Ye glower like a cat oot o' a whinbush.
Ye got ower muckle o' your ain will, and ye're the waur o't.
Ye had aye a gude whittle at your belt.
Ye hae a conscience like Coldingham common.
"Coldingham moor, or common, was an undivided waste of above 6000 acres. The saying is applied to persons of lax principles, who can accommodate their consciences to all circumstances."—G. Henderson.
Ye hae a lang nose, and yet ye're cut lugget.
In appearance you have an advantage in one way, but not in another.