Ye're come o' blude, and sae's a pudding.
A taunt upon those who boast of their gentle blood.
Ye're Davy-do-little and gude for naething.
Ye're either ower het or ower cauld, like the miller o' Marshach mill.
Ye're feared for the day ye never saw.
"You are afraid of far-enough."—English.
Ye're fit for coorse country wark—ye're rather strong than handsome.
Ye're gude to be sent for sorrow.
Ye're gude to fetch the deil a priest.
The two last sayings are applied to persons who take a long time to do anything about which they are sent.