That the ass stands stock-still in the debate; 100
Though, when deciding, he may slowly pass
And long for both—the nature of the ass;
’Tis but an impulse that he must obey,
When he resigns one bundle of the hay.”
Take your friend Belwood, whom his guardians sent
To Doctor Sidmere—full of dread he went;
Doctor they call’d him—he was not of us,
And where he was—we need not now discuss.