Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

One doctor, singly like the sculler plies,
The patient struggles, and by inches dies;
But two physicians, read more

One doctor, singly like the sculler plies,
The patient struggles, and by inches dies;
But two physicians, like a pair of oars,
Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.

Made no more bones.

Made no more bones.

Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

Squinting upon the lustre
Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre;
And, snuffing with a read more

Squinting upon the lustre
Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre;
And, snuffing with a wrythed nose the Amber,
The Musk and Civet that perfum'd the chamber.

Through thick and thin, both over Hill and Plain.

Through thick and thin, both over Hill and Plain.