A tunnel underneath the sea from Calais straight to Dover, Sir, The squeamish folks may cross by land from shore to shore, With sluices made to drown the French, if e'er they would come over, Sir, Has long been talk'd of, till at length 'tis thought a monstrous bore.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, and news much older than their ale went round.Oliver Goldsmith
As I walk'd by myself, I talk'd to myselfAnd myself replied to me;And the questions myself then put to myself,With their answers I give to thee.
When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.Oliver Goldsmith
As I walk'd by myself, I talk'd to myself And myself replied to me; And the questions myself then put to myself, With their answers I give to thee.
For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope; And when he happen'd to break off I' th' middle of his speech, or cough, H' had hard words,ready to show why, And tell what rules he did it by; Else, when with greatest art he spoke, You'd think he talk'd like other folk, For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools.