And though, as you remember, in a fit

Of wrath and rhyme, when juvenile and curly,

I railed at Scots to show my wrath and wit,

Which must be owned was sensitive and surly,

Yet 't is in vain such sallies to permit,

They cannot quench young feelings fresh and early:

I "scotched not killed" the Scotchman in my blood,

And love the land of "mountain and of flood."[537]