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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And he said unto them, Ye will surely say unto me this proverb,
Physician, heal thyself: whatsoever we have read more
And he said unto them, Ye will surely say unto me this proverb,
Physician, heal thyself: whatsoever we have heard done in
Capernaum, do also here in thy country.
I have heard that Tiberius used to say that that man was
ridiculous, who after sixth years, appealed to read more
I have heard that Tiberius used to say that that man was
ridiculous, who after sixth years, appealed to a physician.
Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.
Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.
Water, air, and cleanness are the chief articles in my pharmacy.
Water, air, and cleanness are the chief articles in my pharmacy.
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
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
God heals and the doctor takes the fee.
God heals and the doctor takes the fee.
"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.
