9—(Burns, who liked it adulterated)

Weel, gin ye speir, I’m no inclined,

Whusky or tay—to state my mind,

Fore ane or ither;

For, gin I tak the first, I’m fou,

And gin the next, I’m dull as you,

Mix a’ thegither.

10—(Walt Whitman, who didn’t stay more than a minute)

One cup for myself-hood,

Many for you. Allons, camerados, we will drink together,