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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The physician heals, Nature makes well.
[Lat., Medicus curat, Natura sanat morbus.]
The physician heals, Nature makes well.
[Lat., Medicus curat, Natura sanat morbus.]
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
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From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
These first induce him the vile trash to try,
Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
Desperate maladies require desperate remedies.
Desperate maladies require desperate remedies.
To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
'Tis not amiss, ere ye're giv'n o'er,
To try one desp'rate med'cine more;
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'Tis not amiss, ere ye're giv'n o'er,
To try one desp'rate med'cine more;
For where your case can be no worse,
The desp'rat'st is the wisest course.
A sound mind in a sound body is a thing to be prayed for.
[Lat., Orandum est, ut sit read more
A sound mind in a sound body is a thing to be prayed for.
[Lat., Orandum est, ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.]
You behold in me
Only a travelling Physician;
One of the few who have a mission
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You behold in me
Only a travelling Physician;
One of the few who have a mission
To cure incurable diseases,
Or those that are called so.
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
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.
