Dover (From Don Juan)

Don Juan now saw Albion's earliest beauties.
Thy cliffs, dear Dover, harbour, and hotel;
Thy custom-house, with all its delicate duties;
Thy waiters running mucks at every bell;
Thy packets, all whose passengers are booties
To those who upon land or water dwell;
And last, not least, to strangers uninstructed.
Thy long, long bills, whence nothing is deducted.