It is burning a farthing candle at Dover, to shew light at Calais.
When I am dead and opened, you shall find Calais lying in my heart.mary i of england
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.
When I am dead, you will find Philip and Calais engraved on my heart.
It is burning a farthing candle at Dover, to shew light at Calais.james boswell