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The physician heals, Nature makes well.
[Lat., Medicus curat, Natura sanat morbus.]
The physician heals, Nature makes well.
[Lat., Medicus curat, Natura sanat morbus.]
A disorderly patient makes the physician cruel.
[Lat., Crudelem medicum intemperans aeger facit.]
A disorderly patient makes the physician cruel.
[Lat., Crudelem medicum intemperans aeger facit.]
Constant attention by a good nurse may be just as important as a
major operation by a surgeon.
Constant attention by a good nurse may be just as important as a
major operation by a surgeon.
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.
A physician is nothing but a consoler of the mind.
[Lat., Medicus nihil aliud est quam animi consolatio.]
A physician is nothing but a consoler of the mind.
[Lat., Medicus nihil aliud est quam animi consolatio.]
Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, in read more
Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, in human beings of whom they know nothing
Use three Physicians,
Still-first Dr. Quiet,
Next Dr. Merry-man
And Dr. Dyet.
Use three Physicians,
Still-first Dr. Quiet,
Next Dr. Merry-man
And Dr. Dyet.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where read more
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood so cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my read more
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my disease,
I died last night of my physician.