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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'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
The only profession that labors incessantly to destroy the reason for its own existence.
The only profession that labors incessantly to destroy the reason for its own existence.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
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.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
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.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where read more
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.
Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the
crowd of physicians had killed him."
Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the
crowd of physicians had killed him."
It is infinitely better to transplant a heart than to bury it so it can be devoured by worms.
It is infinitely better to transplant a heart than to bury it so it can be devoured by worms.
