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A single doctor likes a sculler plies,
And all his art and all his physic tries;
But read more
A single doctor likes a sculler plies,
And all his art and all his physic tries;
But two physicians, like a pair of oars,
Conduct you soonest to the Stygian shores.
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.
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.]
A pill that the present moment is daily bread to thousands.
A pill that the present moment is daily bread to thousands.
A man's own observation, what he find good of, and what he finds
hurt of, is the best physic read more
A man's own observation, what he find good of, and what he finds
hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health.
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of
fellowship with other human beings read more
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of
fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among
them.
(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with read more
(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
That keep her from her rest.
(Macbeth:) Cure her of that!
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
(Doctor:) Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
(Macbeth:) Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it!
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!
"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.
