Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,

Upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun,

Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,

"Are the weans in their bed? for it's nou ten o'clock."

William Miller (1810-1872): Willie Winkie.

Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?

When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts:

Dash him to pieces!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iv. Sc. 3.