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The only profession that labors incessantly to destroy the reason for its own existence.
The only profession that labors incessantly to destroy the reason for its own existence.
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
And he said unto them, Ye will surely say unto me this proverb,
Physician, heal thyself: whatsoever we have read more
And he said unto them, Ye will surely say unto me this proverb,
Physician, heal thyself: whatsoever we have heard done in
Capernaum, do also here in thy country.
How the Doctor's brow should smile,
Crown'd with wreaths of camomile.
How the Doctor's brow should smile,
Crown'd with wreaths of camomile.
But nothing is more estimable than a physician who, having
studied nature from his youth, knows the properties of read more
But nothing is more estimable than a physician who, having
studied nature from his youth, knows the properties of the human
body, the diseases which assail it, the remedies which will
benefit it, exercises his art with caution, and pays equal
attention to the rich and the poor.
- Voltaire (Francois Marie Arouet Voltaire),
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb, before in use he put
His read more
Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb, before in use he put
His violent Engins on the vicious member,
Bringeth his Patient in a senseless slumber,
And grief-less then (guided by use and art),
To save the whole, sawes off th' infected part.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
I have heard that Tiberius used to say that that man was
ridiculous, who after sixth years, appealed to read more
I have heard that Tiberius used to say that that man was
ridiculous, who after sixth years, appealed to a physician.
"Is there no hope?" the sick man said,
The silent doctor shook his head,
And took his read more
"Is there no hope?" the sick man said,
The silent doctor shook his head,
And took his leave with signs of sorrow,
Despairing of his fee to-morrow.