Profess to cure by praying to the gods
With speechless lips, quaint motions, and queer nods;
And some again, who’d done their household needs,
Prim dress’d,—perchance a widow in her weeds,
Who’d lost her dear-one by the hand of death;
And others hastening, almost lacking breath.
Some lazy tailors in a kitchen-shop,
Fond of a sight, from out the window’d pop
Their uncomb’d heads of most peculiar shape,
With beards as bristly as the hog, or ape;