William Ogilvie, The laird of Cool's ghost (1784)
“ What is that you tell me, Cool! do not unworthy fellows break houses every night, and yet you, that can put yourself into so many hundred various shapes in a moment, cannot do it: What is that you tell me, Cool! Cool. 'Tis true, sir, against the living, men may find out some probable means of securing themselves, but if spirits departed were allowed, then no man would be secure for in that case, every man that they had a prejudice at would soon be ruined. ”
