ing the
Mouth of Malice; that Malice had almost swallowed them down her Throat.
Yet did he live to see the Restitution of his Order, live a most
religious Life, and at leisure times Composed his generally admired and
approved Version of _Davids_ Psalms into _English_ Meetre.

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_THOMAS MANLEY_.

_Thomas Manley_ was (saith my Author) one of the Croud of Poetical
writers of the late King's Time. He wrote among other things the
History of _Job_ in verse; and Translated into _English_, _Pagan
Father_ his _Congratulatory Ode of Peace_.

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Mr. _LEWYS GRIFFIN_.

He was born (as he informed me himself) in _Rutland shire_, and bred up
in the University of _Cambridge_; where proving an Excellent Preacher,
he was after some time preferred to be a Minister of St. _George's_
Church in _Southwark_; where being outed for Marrying two Sisters
without their Friends Consent, He was afterwards beneficed at
_Colchester_ in _Essex_; where he continued all the time during a sore
Pestilence raged there. He wrote a Book of _Essays and Characters_, an
excellent Piece; also _The Doctrine of the Ass_, of which I remember
these two lines.

Devils pretences always were Divine,
A Knave may have an Angel for a Sign.

He wrote also a Book called _The Presbyterian Bramble_; with several
other Pieces, in Defence of the King and the Church. Now to shew you
the Acuteness of his Wit, I will give you an Instance: The first year
that _Poor Robin_'s Almanack came forth (about Six and Twenty Years
ago) there was cut for it a Brass Plate; having on one side of it the
Pictures of King _Charles_ the First, the Earl of _Stafford_, the
Arch-Bishop of _Canterbury_, the Earl of _Darby_, the Lord _Capel_, and
Dr. _Hewit_; all six adorned with Wreaths of Lawrel. On the other side
was, _Oliver Cromwell_, _Bradshaw_, _Ireton_, _Scot_, _Harrison_, and
_Hugh Peters_, hanging in Halters: Betwixt which was placed the Earl of
_Essex_, and Mr. _Christopher Love_; upon which plate he made these
Verses.

Bless us, what have we here! What sundry Shapes
Salute our Eyes! have Martyrs too their Apes?
Sure 'tis the War of Angels, for you'd Swear
That here stood _Michael_, and the _Dragon_ there.
_Tredescan_ is out vy'd, for we engage
Both _Heaven_ and _Hell_ in an Octavo Page.
_Martyrs_ and _Traytors_, rallied six to six,
Half fled unto _Olimpus_, half to