A poetic repost from Robert Burns to a judge on the Dumfries bench who referred to an attractive young lady as “Wha’s yon howlet-faced thing in the corner?” In his defence, the judge is said to have had his vision much affected by drink.
“How daur ye ca' me howlet-face,
Ye blear-e'ed, withered spectre?
Ye only spied the keekin'-glass,
An' there ye saw your picture.”