Just fancy that!
From Holy Willie's Prayer by Robert Burns
O Lord my God! that glib-tongu'd Aitken, My vera heart an' flesh are quakin, To think how we stood sweatin, shakin, An' pish'd wi' dread, While he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin, Held up his head.
English translation:
O Lord my God! that glib-tongued Aitken,My very heart and body are quaking,To think how we stood sweating, shaking,Wetting ourselves with dread,While he, the smooth talking snake,Was able to win his case.