When we have native asses by the score,
How could Sir Robert think we needed more?
But the provision is not worth a pin,
Which now, for twenty shillings, lets them in;
When they have all along been coming over,
For half a guinea, in the boats to Dover.
If with the common donkey we compare
The foreign asses—they display
A trifling difference of bray,
With coats peculiar, and lengthy hair.