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.
Walt Whitman, who didn’t stay more than a minute.
One cup for my self-hood,
Many for you. Allons, camerados, we will drink together