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.
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Desperate maladies require desperate remedies.
Desperate maladies require desperate remedies.
Water, air, and cleanness are the chief articles in my pharmacy.
Water, air, and cleanness are the chief articles in my pharmacy.
For of the most High cometh healing.
For of the most High cometh healing.
There is at bottom only one genuinely scientific treatment for
all diseases, and that is to stimulate the phagocytes.
There is at bottom only one genuinely scientific treatment for
all diseases, and that is to stimulate the phagocytes.
America's health care system is neither healthy, caring, nor a system.
America's health care system is neither healthy, caring, nor a system.
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?
"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.
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
