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But why do I say much about these people? It is common for the hangman, the flayer, or an old woman behind the tile stove to lead a great DOCTOR to school, to rob him of his title, and to put him to shame before the people.
These swarms of bumblebees are described very finely by the old Rhythmi rhymes, which read as follows:
The Doctor is the leader of impostors, the standard-bearer of the anointer,
The smoke-maker who blinds, the savage one gnawing through cautery,
The sweaty brusher, the perspiring mediator, the burner
Of Mars, the merciless cutter, and the confident chemist,
The filthy barber, the savage exorcist, the treacherous
Servant, the tasteless woodcutter, the faithless Apelles,
The Greek interpreter, the rude executioner, and the one selling
Drugs to the masses in warmed-up broths, the tormenting burner
Beast, the shouting Stentor with leaden plasters,
The twentieth in rank, the vein-slashing quack.
They boast themselves to be physicians, every idiot, priest,
Jew, monk, actor, barber, crone:
Colleges of flute-players, pharmacists,
Rake-makers, miller, baker, groom, blacksmith.