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),
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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.
A physician is nothing but a consoler of the mind.
[Lat., Medicus nihil aliud est quam animi consolatio.]
A physician is nothing but a consoler of the mind.
[Lat., Medicus nihil aliud est quam animi consolatio.]
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.
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.
The medicine increases the disease.
[Lat., Aegrescitque medendo.]
The medicine increases the disease.
[Lat., Aegrescitque medendo.]
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.
Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.
Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.
He (Tiberius) was wont to mock at the arts of physicians, and at
those who, after thirty years of read more
He (Tiberius) was wont to mock at the arts of physicians, and at
those who, after thirty years of age, needed counsel as to what
was good or bad for their bodies.
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.
