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.