Fuge quo descendere gestis:
Non erit emisso reditus tibi. Quid miser egi?
Quid volui?
Horat. Epist.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go mark him well,
For him no minstrel raptures swell.
Scott's Lay of the last Minstrel.