[319] 'Old Paul:' Paul Whitehead, a contemptible sycophant as well as profligate. [320] 'Willes:' Dr Edward Willes, Bishop of Bath and Wells. [321] 'Chancellor:' the Lord High Chancellor is intrusted with the custody of all idiots and lunatics. [322] 'Singlespeech:' the Right Honourable William Gerrard Hamilton. See Boswell, who describes him as a man of great talent; others have ascribed his single speech to the aid of Burke. [323] 'Goy:' M. Pierre Goy, a Frenchman of brilliant accomplishments. [324] 'Griffiths:' Ralph Griffiths, a bookseller, who, in 1749, published the first number of the 'Monthly Review.' [325] 'Cotes:' Humphrey Cotes, a staunch supporter of Wilkes. [326] 'Granby:' the Marquis of Granby, in 1766, was appointed Commander-in-Chief of all his Majesty's land forces in Great Britain. See Junius. THE JOURNEY.[327] Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great good will, and, not more full of spite Than full of craft, under false colours fight), Some of my friends (so lavishly I print), As more in sorrow than in anger, hint (Though that indeed will scarce admit a doubt) That I shall run my stock of genius out, My no great stock, and, publishing so fast, Must needs become a bankrupt at the last. 10 'The husbandman, to spare a thankful soil, Which, rich in disposition, pays his toil More than a hundredfold, which swells his store E'en to his wish, and makes his barns run o'er, By long Experience taught, who teaches best, Foregoes his hopes a while, and gives it rest: The land, allow'd its losses to repair, Refresh'd, and full in strength, delights to wear A second youth, and to the farmer's eyes Bids richer crops, and double harvests rise. 20 'Nor think this practice to the earth confined, It reaches to the culture of the mind. The mind of man craves rest, and cannot bear, Though next in power to God's, continual care. Genius himself (nor here let Genius frown) Must, to ensure his vigour, be laid down, And fallow'd well: had Churchill known but this, Which the most slight observer scarce could miss, He might have flourish'd twenty years or more, Though now, alas! poor man! worn out in four.'[328] 30 Recover'd from the vanity of youth, I feel, alas! this melancholy truth, Thanks to each cordial, each advising friend, And am, if not too late, resolved to mend, Resolved to give some respite to my pen, Apply myself once more to books and men; View what is present, what is past review, And, my old stock exhausted, lay in new. For twice six moons (let winds, turn'd porters, bear This oath to Heaven), for twice six moons, I swear, 40 No Muse shall tempt me with her siren lay, Nor draw me from Improvement's thorny way. Verse I abjure, nor will forgive that friend, Who, in my hearing, shall a rhyme commend. It cannot be--whether I will, or no,