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A doctor's reputation is made by the number of eminent men who die under his care.
A doctor's reputation is made by the number of eminent men who die under his care.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt,
loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt,
loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
Take a little rum
The less you take the better
Pour it in the lakes
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Take a little rum
The less you take the better
Pour it in the lakes
Of Wener or of Wetter.
Dip a spoonful out
And mind you don't get groggy,
Pour it in the lake
Of Winnipissiogie.
Stir the mixture well
Lest it prove inferior,
Then put half a drop
Into Lake Superior.
Every other day
Take a drop in water,
You'll be better soon
Or at least you oughter.
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.
For of the most High cometh healing.
For of the most High cometh healing.
The rich Physician, honor'd Lawyers ride,
Whilst the poor Scholar foots it by their side.
[Lat., Dat read more
The rich Physician, honor'd Lawyers ride,
Whilst the poor Scholar foots it by their side.
[Lat., Dat Galenus opes, dat Justinianus honores,
Sed genus species cogitur ire pedes.]
This is the way that physicians mend or end us,
Secundum artem: but although we sneer
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This is the way that physicians mend or end us,
Secundum artem: but although we sneer
In health--when ill, we call them to attend us,
Without the least propensity to jeer.
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.]
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with read more
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts 'a dwells, which late I noted
In tatt'red weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples. Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.