He captivates each wishing lass,
Heedless he slights her painted charms,
Nothing his heart but glory warms,
Nor stickles[161] he for filthy riches
From scouring drains or emptying ditches,
Nor hates the pope and all his power
More firmly does his namesake Bower.[162]
Of surgeons next a valiant pair
Practised in blood and wounds appear.
Or say we shou'd their titles vary