How could I name its very name,

Nor wake to life its smould’ring flame?

In Session prudence tunes the reed,

’Tis otherwise across the Tweed!

In Parliament, one’s forced to wear

Restraint that one can doft elsewhere!

St. Stephen’s needs a smoothened tongue,

In Scotland fierce can be my song!

Blest he who has a double face,

When place is Heaven and Heaven is place!