Go call a coach, and let a coach be called;

And let the man who calleth be the caller;

And in his calling let him nothing call

But "Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!"

Henry Carey (1663-1743): Chrononhotonthologos. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,

And airy tongues that syllable men's names

On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 205.