Ye're like the miller's dog—ye lick your lips ere the pock be opened.
"Spoken to covetous people who are eagerly expecting a thing, and ready to receive it before it be proffered."—Kelly.
Ye're like the minister o' Balie, preaching for selie.
Ye're like the swine's bairns—the aulder ye grow ye're aye the thiefer like.
Ye're like Towy's hawks—ye eat ane anither.
"I was ance gain to speir what was the matter, but I saw a curn o' camla-like fallows wi' them, an' I thought they were a' fremit to me, an' sae they might eat ither as Towy's hawks did, for onything that I cared."—Journal from London.
Ye're looking ower the nest, like the young craws.
Ye're minnie's milk is no out o' your nose yet.
Ye're mista'en o' the stuff; it's half silk.
"Jocosely spoken to them that undervalue a person or thing, which we think indeed not very valuable, yet better than they repute it."—Kelly.