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.

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JOHN PHILLIPS.

John Philips, the Brother of Edward Phillips, the Famous Continuator of Sir Richard Bakers Chronicle; and Author of The New World of English Words.  He was also Nephew to the before mention’d John Milton, the Author of Paradice lost, and Paradice Regain’d; so that he might be said to have Poetical Blood run in his Veins.  He was Accounted one of the exactest of Heroical Poets either of the Ancients or Moderns, either of our own or what ever other Nation else; having a Judicious command of Style both in Prose and Verse.  But his chiefest Vein lay in Burlesque, and facetious Poetry, which produc’d that Ingenious Satyr against Hypocrites.

He also Translated the Fifth and Sixth Books of Virgils AEniedes into English Burlesque; of which that we may give you a Draught of his Method, take these few lines.

While Dido in a Bed of Fire, A new-found way to cool desire, Lay wrapt in Smoke, half Cole, half Dido, Too late repenting Crime Libido, Monsieur AEneas went his waies; For which I con him little praise, To leave a Lady, not i’th’Mire, But which was worser, in the Fire.  He Neuter-like, had no great aim, To kindle or put out the flame.  He had what he would have, the Wind; More than ten Dido’s to his mind.  The merry