Ridicules the French at Calais,
We, who’ve walk’d o’er many a palace,
Quite well content return to Calais;
For, striking honestly the tallies,
There’s little choice ’twixt them and Calais.
It would have been graceless not to give these lines a companion on the other side the water, like Dean Swift’s distich before and after he climbed Penmanmaur: these verses were therefore written, and I believe still remain, in an apartment of the Ship inn:
He whom fair winds have wafted over,
First hails his native land at Dover,
And doubts not but he shall discover