That serv’d at birth or funeral.
To bear with th’ ever-talking tribe,
And hear my lady’s aunt prescribe; 80
With formal smile, and kind how d’ye,
To fawn on all the family;
And, which of all the greatest curse is,
T’ endure th’ impertinence of nurses.
Among the many priests of Jove, 85
Hir’d to draw blessings from above,
Some few were learn’d and eloquent,