... a poor "donkey wot won't go," The good old song suggests is cruel folly. Give him some fragrant hay, then cry "Gee-woa!" The lyrist hints, in diction quaintly jolly. From starving moke you'll get no progress steady; The well-fed ass responds to ... — Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, February 18, 1893 • Various