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Medicine, the only profession that labors incessantly to destroy the reason for its existence.
Medicine, the only profession that labors incessantly to destroy the reason for its existence.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
Water, air, and cleanness are the chief articles in my pharmacy.
Water, air, and cleanness are the chief articles in my pharmacy.
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to read more
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
And show the heavens more just.
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.
Physicians, of all men, are most happy: whatever good success
soever they have, the world proclaimeth and what faults read more
Physicians, of all men, are most happy: whatever good success
soever they have, the world proclaimeth and what faults they
commit, the earth covereth.
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
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.
A single doctor likes a sculler plies,
And all his art and all his physic tries;
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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.