He was born in _Glocester-shire_, where he went to School with one _Green_; who, as _John Taylor_ saith, loved new Milk so well, that to be sure to have it new, he went to the Market to buy a Cow; but his Eyes being Dim, he cheapned a Bull, and asking the price of the Beast, the Owner and he agreed; and driving it home, would have his Maid to Milk it, which she attempting to do, could find no Teats: and whilst the Maid and her Master were arguing the matter, the Bull very fairly pist into the Pail; whereupon his Scholar _John Taylor_ wrote these Verses. Our Master _Green_ was over-seen In buying of a Bull, For when the Maid did mean to milk, He pist the Pail half full. He was afterwards bound Apprentice to a Waterman of _London_, a Laborious Trade: and yet though it be said, that _Ease is the Nurse of Poetry_, yet did he not only follow his Calling, but also plyed his Writings, which in time produced above fourscore Books, which I have seen; besides several others unknown to me; some of which were dedicated to King _James_, and King _Charles_ the First, and by them well accepted, considering the meanness of his Education to produce works of Ingenuity. He afterwards kept a Publick House in _Phoenix Alley_ by _Long-Acre_ continuing very constant in his Loyalty to the King, upon whose doleful Murther he set up the Sign of the _Mourning Crown_; but that being counted Malignant in those times of Rebellion, he pulled down that, and hung up his own Picture, under which were writ these two lines. There's many a King's Head hang'd up for a Sign, And many a Saint's Head too, then why not Mine? He dyed about the Year 1654. upon whom one bestowed this Epitaph. Here lies the Water-Poet, honest _John_, Who rowed on the Streams of _Helicon_; Where having many Rocks and dangers past, He at the Haven of Heaven arriv'd at last. * * * * * _THOMAS RAWLINS_. _Thomas Rawlins_ my old Friend, chief Graver of the Mint to King _Charles_ the First, as also to King _Charles_ the Second till the Year 1670. in which he died. He was an Excellent Artist, perhaps better then a Poet, yet was he the Author of a Tragedy called _The Rebellion_, which hath been acted not without good Applause; besides some other small things which he wrote. * * * * * _Mr. THOMAS CAREW_. This learned Gentleman Mr. _Carew_, one of the Bed-Chamber to King _Charles_ the First, was in his time reckoned among the chiefest for delicacy of wit and Poetick Fancy, which gained him a high Reputation amongst the most ingenious persons of that Age. He was a great acquaintance of Mr. _Thomas May_, whom none can deny to be an able Poet, although Discontent made him warp his Genius contrary to his natural Fancy, in commentation of whose Tradi-Comedy called _The Heir_, Mr. _Carew_ wrote an excellent paper of Verses. His Books of Poems do still maintain their fame amongst the Curious of the present age.