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You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
Of read more
You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
Of which you need not read one letter,
The worse the scrawl, the dose the better.
For if you knew but what you take,
Though you recover, he must break.
Better use medicines at the outset than at the last moment.
Better use medicines at the outset than at the last moment.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
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.
I firmly believe that if the whole materia medica could be sunk
to the bottom of the sea, it read more
I firmly believe that if the whole materia medica could be sunk
to the bottom of the sea, it would be all the better for mankind
and all the worse for the fishes.
This is the way that physicians mend or end us,
Secundum artem: but although we sneer
In read more
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.
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.
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
We do not bear sweets; we are recruited by a bitter potion.
[Lat., Dulcia non ferimus; succo renovamus amaro.]
We do not bear sweets; we are recruited by a bitter potion.
[Lat., Dulcia non ferimus; succo renovamus amaro.]