Tis old, but true: still sowes eate all the draffe.
"The Merry Wives of Windsor" by William Shakespeare
As the sow fills the draff sours.
"The Proverbs of Scotland" by Alexander Hislop
This promontory seemed to serve as an appendix for the draff of the neighborhood's rubbish.
"Sinister Street, vol. 2" by Compton Mackenzie
But 'tis as sad, when they are fed,
To see them rise from meat, to bed,
Like hogs, that from their draff retire,
To grunt and wallow in the mire.
"Advice Concerning Eating And Drinking" by Rees Prichard
What wistful lover has not mused upon
The waste of years that never knew his love!
And, wanting her once more, the seasons prove
But dearth and draff to feed oblivion.
"All is Dross that is not Helena" by Clark Ashton Smith
As filthy swine can feast on draff,
As thirsty oxen water quaff,
We swill and drench ourselves with heady drink; We wallow in each foul desire,
As hogs delight to roll in more,
And never of the consequences think.
"To The Sons Of Brutus" by Rees Prichard