Now, Ben, you're a lawyer. You don't give a whang-doodle about anything mechanical.

O Jove, a beastly fault! And then another fault in the semblance of a fowl; think on ’t, Jove; a foul fault! When gods have hot backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, i’ the forest. Send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss my tallow? Who comes here? my doe?

The steam locomotive has long epitomised the romance of railways.

Which […] Nature boon / Poured forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain.