bewitched to that accursed vice of Play, it went out by handfuls, as it came in piece by piece. And now he is to seek again in the World, whereupon he betook him to his Pen; and wrote the first part of the _English Rogue_: which being too much smutty, would not be Licensed, so that he was fain to refine it, and then it passed stamp. At the coming forth of this first part, I being with him at three Cup Tavern in _Holborn_, drinking over a glass of _Rhenish_, made these verses upon it. What _Gusman_, _Buscon_, _Francion_, _Rablais_ writ, I once applauded for most excellent Wit; But reading thee, and thy rich Fancies store, I now condemn what I admir'd before. Henceforth Translations pack away, be gone, No Rogue so well-writ as the _English_ one. There was afterwards three more parts added to it by him, and Mr. _Kirkman_ with a promise of a fifth, which never came out. He wrote several other Books besides, as _The art of Whedling_; _The Floating Island_; or a Voyage from _Lambethania to Ramalia_; _A discovery of O Brazil_; _Jacksons Recantation_, _The Red Sea_, &c. Amongst others, he had a great Fancy in Bandying against Dr. _Wild_; (although I must confess therein over Matcht) yet fell he upon him tooth and nail in Answer to his Letter directed to his Friend Mr. _J.J._ upon Occasion of his Majesties Declaration for Liberty of Conscience; concluding in this manner. Thus Sir you have my Story, but am Sorry (_Taunton_ excuse) it is no better for ye, However read it, as you Pease are shelling; For you will find, it is not worth the telling. Excuse this boldness, for I can't avoid Thinking sometimes, you are but ill Imploy'd. _Fishing for Souls_ more fit, then _frying Fish_; That makes me throw, _Pease Shellings_ in your _Dish_. You have a study, Books wherein to look, How comes it then the Doctor's turn'd a Cook? Well _Doctor Cook_, pray be advis'd hereafter Don't make your Wife the Subject of our Laughter. I find she's careless, and your Maid a slut, To let you grease your _Cassock_ for your gut. You are all three in fault, by all that's blest; Mend you your manners first, then teach the rest. He was one who met with a great many Crosses and Afflictions in his Life; and was (as I am informed) at last cast away at Sea, as he was going to the Isle of _Wight_. * * * * * _JOHN PHILLIPS_.