O' What May Man Within Him Hide,

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.