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Some of my friends for friends I must suppose	A
All who not daring to appear my foes	A
Feign great good will and not more full of spite	B
Than full of craft under false colours fight	B
Some of my friends so lavishly I print	C
As more in sorrow than in anger hint	C
Though that indeed will scarce admit a doubt	D
That I shall run my stock of genius out	D
My no great stock and publishing so fast	E
Must needs become a bankrupt at the last	E
'The husbandman to spare a thankful soil	F
Which rich in disposition pays his toil	F
More than a hundredfold which swells his store	G
E'en to his wish and makes his barns run o'er	H
By long Experience taught who teaches best	I
Foregoes his hopes a while and gives it rest	I
The land allow'd its losses to repair	J
Refresh'd and full in strength delights to wear	J
A second youth and to the farmer's eyes	K
Bids richer crops and double harvests rise	K
'Nor think this practice to the earth confined	L
It reaches to the culture of the mind	L
The mind of man craves rest and cannot bear	J
Though next in power to God's continual care	J
Genius himself nor here let Genius frown	M
Must to ensure his vigour be laid down	M
And fallow'd well had Churchill known but this	N
Which the most slight observer scarce could miss	N
He might have flourish'd twenty years or more	G
Though now alas poor man worn out in four '	O
Recover'd from the vanity of youth	P
I feel alas this melancholy truth	P
Thanks to each cordial each advising friend	Q
And am if not too late resolved to mend	Q
Resolved to give some respite to my pen	R
Apply myself once more to books and men	R
View what is present what is past review	S
And my old stock exhausted lay in new	S
For twice six moons let winds turn'd porters bear	J
This oath to Heaven for twice six moons I swear	J
No Muse shall tempt me with her siren lay	T
Nor draw me from Improvement's thorny way	T
Verse I abjure nor will forgive that friend	Q
Who in my hearing shall a rhyme commend	Q
It cannot be whether I will or no	U
Such as they are my thoughts in measure flow	U
Convinced determined I in prose begin	V
But ere I write one sentence verse creeps in	V
And taints me through and through by this good light	B
In verse I talk by day I dream by night	B
If now and then I curse my curses chime	W
Nor can I pray unless I pray in rhyme	W
E'en now I err in spite of Common Sense	X
And my confession doubles my offence	X
Rest then my friends spare spare your precious breath	Y
And be your slumbers not less sound than death	Y
Perturbed spirits rest nor thus appear	Z
To waste your counsels in a spendthrift's ear	A2
On your grave lessons I cannot subsist	B2
Nor even in verse become economist	B2
Rest then my friends nor hateful to my eyes	X
Let Envy in the shape of Pity rise	X
To blast me ere my time with patience wait	C2
'Tis no long interval propitious Fate	C2
Shall glut your pride and every son of phlegm	D2
Find ample room to censure and condemn	D2
Read some three hundred lines no easy task	E2
But probably the last that I shall ask	E2
And give me up for ever wait one hour	H
Nay not so much revenge is in your power	H
And ye may cry ere Time hath turn'd his glass	X
Lo what we prophesied is come to pass	X
Let those who poetry in poems claim	F2
Or not read this or only read to blame	F2
Let those who are by Fiction's charms enslaved	G2
Return me thanks for half a crown well saved	G2
Let those who love a little gall in rhyme	W
Postpone their purchase now and call next time	W
Let those who void of Nature look for Art	H2
Take up their money and in peace depart	H2
Let those who energy of diction prize	X
For Billingsgate quit Flexney and be wise	X
Here is no lie no gall no art no force	X
Mean are the words and such as come of course	X
The subject not less simple than the lay	T
A plain unlabour'd Journey of a Day	T
Far from me now be every tuneful maid	I2
I neither ask nor can receive their aid	I2
Pegasus turn'd into a common hack	J2
Alone I jog and keep the beaten track	J2
Nor would I have the Sisters of the hill	K2
Behold their bard in such a dishabille	K2
Absent but only absent for a time	W
Let them caress some dearer son of Rhyme	W
Let them as far as decency permits	X
Without suspicion play the fool with wits	X
'Gainst fools be guarded 'tis a certain rule	K2
Wits are safe things there's danger in a fool	K2
Let them though modest Gray more modest woo	S
Let them with Mason bleat and bray and coo	S
Let them with Franklin proud of some small Greek	L2
Make Sophocles disguised in English speak	L2
Let them with Glover o'er Medea doze	X
Let them with Dodsley wail Cleone's woes	X
Whilst he fine feeling creature all in tears	X
Melts as they melt and weeps with weeping peers	X
Let them with simple Whitehead taught to creep	M2
Silent and soft lay Fontenelle asleep	M2
Let them with Browne contrive no vulgar trick	N2
To cure the dead and make the living sick	N2
Let them in charity to Murphy give	O2
Some old French piece that he may steal and live	P2
Let them with antic Foote subscriptions get	Q2
And advertise a summer house of wit	R2
Thus or in any better way they please	X
With these great men or with great men like these	X
Let them their appetite for laughter feed	S2
I on my Journey all alone proceed	S2
If fashionable grown and fond of power	H
With humorous Scots let them disport their hour	H
Let them dance fairy like round Ossian's tomb	T2
Let them forge lies and histories for Hume	T2
Let them with Home the very prince of verse	X
Make something like a tragedy in Erse	X
Under dark Allegory's flimsy veil	K2
Let them with Ogilvie spin out a tale	K2
Of rueful length let them plain things obscure	U2
Debase what's truly rich and what is poor	V2
Make poorer still by jargon most uncouth	P
With every pert prim prettiness of youth	P
Born of false taste with Fancy like a child	W2
Not knowing what it cries for running wild	W2
With bloated style by Affectation taught	X2
With much false colouring and little thought	X2
With phrases strange and dialect decreed	S2
By Reason never to have pass'd the Tweed	S2
With words which Nature meant each other's foe	U
Forced to compound whether they will or no	U
With such materials let them if they will	K2
To prove at once their pleasantry and skill	K2
Build up a bard to war 'gainst Common Sense	X
By way of compliment to Providence	X
Let them with Armstrong taking leave of Sense	X
Read musty lectures on Benevolence	X
Or con the pages of his gaping Day	T
Where all his former fame was thrown away	T
Where all but barren labour was forgot	Y2
And the vain stiffness of a letter'd Scot	Y2
Let them with Armstrong pass the term of light	B
But not one hour of darkness when the night	B
Suspends this mortal coil when Memory wakes	X
When for our past misdoings Conscience takes	X
A deep revenge when by Reflection led	Z2
She draws his curtains and looks Comfort dead	Z2
Let every Muse be gone in vain he turns	X
And tries to pray for sleep an Aetna burns	X
A more than Aetna in his coward breast	I
And Guilt with vengeance arm'd forbids him rest	I
Though soft as plumage from young Zephyr's wing	A3
His couch seems hard and no relief can bring	A3
Ingratitude hath planted daggers there	J
No good man can deserve no brave man bear	J
Thus or in any better way they please	X
With these great men or with great men like these	X
Let them their appetite for laughter feed	S2
I on my Journey all alone proceed	S2

Charles Churchill

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