"Wilkes," said the Devil, "I understand all this;

You turned to half a courtier[536] ere you died,

And seem to think it would not be amiss

To grow a whole one on the other side

Of Charon's ferry; you forget that his

Reign is concluded; whatsoe'er betide,

He won't be sovereign more: you've lost your labour,

For at the best he will but be your neighbour.