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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.]
'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
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In poison there is physic; and these news,
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well.
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.
For of the most High cometh healing.
For of the most High cometh healing.
Use three Physicians,
Still-first Dr. Quiet,
Next Dr. Merry-man
And Dr. Dyet.
Use three Physicians,
Still-first Dr. Quiet,
Next Dr. Merry-man
And Dr. Dyet.
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my read more
But, when the wit began to wheeze,
And wine had warm'd the politician,
Cur'd yesterday of my disease,
I died last night of my physician.
Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, in read more
Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, in human beings of whom they know nothing
(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with read more
(Macbeth:) How does your patient, doctor?
(Doctor:) Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
That keep her from her rest.
(Macbeth:) Cure her of that!
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of the perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
(Doctor:) Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
(Macbeth:) Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it!