There is a hard question I would spier of you.

I thought but ill of my kind in my younger days.
Now, being old, I see, with a thankful heart, how many verra fine people inhabit here.

'Tis a rale bonny world.

And, lookin' back, I see too often where I have made harsh judgings of my fellows.

There are more excuses for ill-doings to my old eyes.