Burns: And the greatest of these is charity.
Holy Willie: Profane not that holy word.
Burns: Meditate upon it, minister.
Holy Willie: Who was the wench?
Burns: A sweet ankle—did you notice maybe?
Holy Willie: Dare you speak so—to me?
Burns: Aye—we are all tinder, completely tinder. Some are ashamed of it, that’s all.
Holy Willie: I am not ashamed—that is, I have no cause for shame.
Burns: And some of us give praise for all good gifts—a sweet ankle, believe me, minister.
Holy Willie: Have a care of the pit, and the everlasting flames.