"Nor think this practice to the earth confin'd,
"It reaches to the culture of the Mind.
"The Mind of Man craves rest, and cannot bear,
"Tho' next in pow'r to Gods, 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,
"Tho' now  poor Man! worn out in four.