Froth at the top, dregs at bottom, but the middle excellent.
What is written is merely the dregs of experience.
Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.
The dregs may stir themselves as they please; they fall back to the bottom by their own coarseness.
What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work?
Friendship's full of dregs.
Friendship is full of dregs.