"'I hae played wi' him mysel at Glennaquoich, and sae has Vich Ian Vohr, often of a Sunday afternoon.' 'Lord forgie ye, Ensign MacCombich,' said the alarmed Presbyterian; 'I'm sure the colonel wad never do the like o' that.' 'Hout! hout! Mrs Flockhart,' replied the Ensign, 'we're young blude, ye ken; and young saints, auld deils.'"—Waverley.
Your bread's baked, you may hing up your girdle.
Your een's greedier than your guts.
This is applied to persons who leave a "rough" plate—who, having asked for a dish, are unable to finish it.
Your een's no marrows.
Your een's your merchant.
Your fortune's coming wi' the blind carrier.
"Deed, Mr Stimperton, I'm no sae daft. Whaur wad the profit o' that be, I wonder? I trow, the principal and interest wad come back to me wi' the blind carrier. Set my nevo up wi' my hard won siller, truly!"—The Disruption.
Your head canna get up but your stamach follows.
Your mind's aye chasing mice.