Window

  written by somebody on the window
  of an inn at stirling, on seeing the royal palace in ruin.
  here stuarts once in glory reigned,
  and laws for scotland's weal ordained;
  but now unroof'd their palace stands,
  their sceptre's sway'd by other hands;
  fallen indeed, and to the earth
  whence groveling reptiles take their birth.
  the injured stuart line is gone,
  a race outlandish fills their throne;
  an idiot race, to honour lost;
  who know them best despise them most.