Nescioqua natale solum dulcedine captos
Ducit et immemores non sinit esse sui.
By what sweet charm I know not the native land
draws all men nor allows them to forget her.
Epistulae Ex Ponto, I. iii
Ovid
43B.C.-A.D.18?
Trans. by Wheeler
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!
The Lay of the Last Minstrel [1805], VI.1
Sir Walter Scott
1771-1832