Marry come up my dirty cousin! [ Proverb ]

Dirty troughs will serve dirty sows. [ Proverb ]

Hungry dogs will eat dirty puddings. [ Proverb ]

He that hath little is the less dirty. [ English Proverb, collected by George Herbert ]

Destroy his fib, or sophistry - in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again. [ Pope ]

Better's a dirty hog than no hog at all. [ Proverb ]

Your dirty shoes are not welcome in my parlour. [ Proverb ]

Take heed of foul dirty ways, and long sickness. [ English Proverb, collected by George Herbert ]

Money, thou bane and bliss and source of woe,
Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine?
I know thy parentage is base and low:
Man found thee poor and dirty in a mine. [ Herbert ]

The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before. [ Sir E. Coke ]

Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it; it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker. [ George Eliot ]

Dress has a moral effect upon the conduct of mankind. Let any gentleman find himself with dirty boots, old surtout, soiled neckcloth and a general negligence of dress, and he will in all probability find a corresponding disposition by negligence of address. [ Sir Jonah Barrington ]

As Plato entertained some friends in a room where there was a couch richly ornamented, Diogenes came in very dirty, as usual, and getting upon the couch, and trampling on it, said, I trample upon the pride of Plato. Plato mildly answered, But with greater pride, Diogenes! [ Erasmus ]

From extensive acquaintance with many lands, I unhesitatingly affirm that everywhere God has provided pure water for man, and that the wines drunk are often miserable and dirty. I have found water everywhere that I have traveled, in China and India, Palestine and Egypt, - and everywhere water has been my beverage. [ Thomas Cook, the Tourist ]

I was walking in the street, a beggar stopped me, — a frail old man. His inflamed, tearful eyes, blue lips, rough rags, disgusting sores . . . oh, how horribly poverty had disfigured the unhappy creature! He stretched out to me his red, swollen, filthy hand. He groaned and whimpered for alms. I felt in all my pockets. No purse, watch, or handkerchief did I find. I had left them all at home. The beggar waited and his out-stretched hand twitched and trembled slightly. Embarrassed and confused, I seized his dirty hand and pressed it. Don't be vexed with me, brother; I have nothing with me, brother. The beggar raised his bloodshot eyes to mine; his blue lips smiled, and he returned the pressure of my chilled fingers. Never mind, brother, stammered he; thank you for this — this, too, was a gift, brother. I felt that I, too, had received a gift from my brother. [ Ivan Tourgueneff ]