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 miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
The miserable hath no other medicine but only hope
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt,
loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt,
loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
He's the best physician that knows the worthlessness of the most medicines.
He's the best physician that knows the worthlessness of the most medicines.
Out, you impostors!
Quack salving, cheating mountebanks! your skill
Is to make sound men sick, and sick read more
Out, you impostors!
Quack salving, cheating mountebanks! your skill
Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.
Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb, before in use he put
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Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb, before in use he put
His violent Engins on the vicious member,
Bringeth his Patient in a senseless slumber,
And grief-less then (guided by use and art),
To save the whole, sawes off th' infected part.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
A doctor's reputation is made by the number of eminent men who die under his care.
A doctor's reputation is made by the number of eminent men who die under his care.
A disorderly patient makes the physician cruel.
[Lat., Crudelem medicum intemperans aeger facit.]
A disorderly patient makes the physician cruel.
[Lat., Crudelem medicum intemperans aeger facit.]
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.
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.
