• Wheresoe'er I turn my view,
    All is strange, yet nothing new:
    Endless labor all along,
    Endless labor to be wrong:
    Phrase that Time has flung away;
    Uncouth words in disarray,
    Trick'd in antique ruff and bonnet,
    Ode, and elegy, and sonnet.

    Tobias George Smollett, Samuel Johnson, Oliver Goldsmith (1810). “The Poetical Works of Doctors Smollett, Johnson, and Goldsmith”, p.113