After he was Doctor of Divinity, he sang ballads at the Cross at Abingdon on a market-day. He and some of his comrades were at the tavern by the Cross (which, by the way, was then the finest of England; I remember it when I was a freshman: it was an admirable curious Gothic architecture, and fine figures in the niches ... ). The ballad singer complained he had no custom, he could not put off his ballads. The jolly Doctor puts off his gown, and puts on the ballad singer's leathern jacket, and being a handsome man, and had a rare full voice, he presently vended a great many, and had a great audience.
From Aubrey, Brief Lives, i.185.