_Campo Musae_, _Opo-Balsamum_, the
_Two Pitchers_, and others more then a good many, had not his Muse been
more Loyal than it was; he was living about the Year 1664. when I saw
him, and suppose he lived not long after.

* * * * *

_ROBERT HERRIC_.

_Robert Herric_ one of the Scholars of _Apollo_ of the middle Form, yet
something above _George Withers_, in a pretty Flowry and Pastoral Gale
of Fancy, in a vernal Prospect of some Hill, Cave, Rock, or Fountain;
which but for the Interruption of other trivial Passages, might have
made up none of the worst Poetick Landskips. Take a view of his Poetry
in his Errata to the Reader in these lines.

For these Errata's, Reader thou do'st see,
Blame thou the Printer for them, and not me:
Who gave him forth good Grain, tho he mistook,
And so did sow these Tares throughout my Book.

I account him in Fame much of the same rank, as he was of the same
Standing, with one _Robert Heath_, the Author of a Poem, Entituled,
_Clarastella_, the ascribed Title of that Celebrated Lady, who is
supposed to have been both the Inspirer and chief Subject of them.

* * * * *

_JOHN TAYLOR_ the Water-Poet.

Some perhaps may think this Person unworthy to be ranked amongst those
Sons of _Apollo_ whom we mentioned before; but to them we shall answer,
That had he had Learning according to his natural Parts, he might have
equal'd, if not exceeded, many who claim a great share in the Temple of
the Muses. Indeed, for ought I can understand, he never learned no
further then his _Accidence_, as we may learn from his own Words in one
of his Books.

I must confess I do want Eloquence,
And never Scarce did learn my _Accidence_;
For having got from _Possum_ to _Posset;_
I there was gravel'd, could no further get.

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 bu