If I did, every body would say I put them into my book, said the Princess, for all the blockheads and blockheadesses think themselves printable; and draw what you may, 'each cries that was levelled at him.'

Coins nine tenths fine.

Thy tuwhits are lull'd I wot, / Thy tuwhoos of yesternight,[…]]

This is difficult to prove as there are no remains — ergo, no brain — to dissect following a wampyr's death.