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.
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Who worse than a physician
Would this report become? But I consider
By med'cine life may be read more
Who worse than a physician
Would this report become? But I consider
By med'cine life may be prolonged, yet death
Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
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.]
There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something better read more
There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something better tomorrow
Better use medicines at the outset than at the last moment.
Better use medicines at the outset than at the last moment.
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.
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.
But nothing is more estimable than a physician who, having
studied nature from his youth, knows the properties of read more
But nothing is more estimable than a physician who, having
studied nature from his youth, knows the properties of the human
body, the diseases which assail it, the remedies which will
benefit it, exercises his art with caution, and pays equal
attention to the rich and the poor.
- Voltaire (Francois Marie Arouet Voltaire),
God who sends the wound sends the medicine.
[Sp., Dios que da la llaga, da la medicina.]
God who sends the wound sends the medicine.
[Sp., Dios que da la llaga, da la medicina.]
So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art
By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part,
Bold in the read more
So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art
By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part,
Bold in the practice of mistaken rules,
Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
