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MEDICINE

(See also Disease, Health, Sickness)

1

Medicus carat, Natura sanat morbus.

The physician heals, Nature makes well.

 Idea in Aristotle—Nicomachean Ethics. Bk. VII. 15. 7. Oxford text.

2

A man's own observation, what he find good of, and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health.

Bacon—Essays. Of Regimen of Health.

3

I find the medicine worse than the malady.

Beaumont and Fletcher—Love's Cure. Act III. Sc. 2.

(See also Vergil, also Bacon under Disease)

4

Dat Galenus opes, dat Justinianus honores,
Sed genus species cogitur ire pedes;

The rich Physician, honor'd Lawyers ride,
Whil'st the poor Scholar foots it by their side.

Burton—Anatomy of Melancholy. I. 2. 3. 15. Quoted by Dr. Robert F. Arnold. A like saying may be found in Franciscus Floridus Sabinus—Lectiones Subcisive. Bk. I. Ch. I. Also John Owen—Medicus et I. C. Ovid—Fasti. I. 217; Amores. III. VIII. 55.

5

'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.

Butler—Epistle of Hudibras to Sidrophel. L. 5.

6

Learn'd he was in medic'nal lore,
For by his side a pouch he wore,
Replete with strange hermetic powder
That wounds nine miles point-blank would solder.

Butler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 223.

7

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.
 | author = Byron
 | work = Don Juan. Canto X. St. 42.

8

Dios que d& la Uaga, d& la medicina.
God who sends the wound sends the medicine.
 | author = Cervantes
 | work = Don Quixote.
 | place = II, 19.

9

Ægri quia non omnes convalescunt, idcirco ars nulla medicina est.

Because all the sick do not recover, therefore medicine is not an art.

Cicero—De Natura Deorum. II. 4.

10

When taken
To be well shaken.

George Colman (the Younger)—Broad Grins. The Newcastle Apothecary. St. 12.

11

Take a little rum
The less you take the better,
Pour it in the lakes
Of Wener or of Wetter.

Dip a spoonful out
And mind you don't get groggy,
Pour it in the lake
Of Winnipissiogie.

Stir the mixture well
Lest it prove inferior,
Then put half a drop
Into Lake Superior.

Every other day
Take a drop in water,
You'll be better soon
Or at least you oughter.

Bishop G. W. Doane—Lines on Homeopathy.

12

Better to hunt in fields for health unbought,
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend.

Dryden—Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. L. 92.

13

So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.

Dryden—To John Dryden, Esq. L. 71.

14

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.

Du Bartas—Divine Weekes and Workers. First Week. Sixth Day. L. 1,018.

15

For of the most High cometh healing.

Ecclesiasticus. XXXVIII. 2.

16

One doctor, singly like the sculler plies,
The patient struggles, and by inches dies;
But two physicians, like a pair of oars,
Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.

 Quoted by Garth—The Dispensary.

17

A single doctor like 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.

Edited by

Epigrams Ancient and Modern. Rev. John Booth, London, 1863. P. 144. Another version signed D, (probably John Dunscombe) in note to Nichols' Select Collection of Poems.

18

"Is there no hope?" the sick man said,
The silent doctor shook his head,
And took his leave with signs of sorrow,
Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

Gay—The Sick Man and the Angel.

19

Oh, powerful bacillus,
With wonder how you fill us,
Every day!
While medical detectives,
With powerful objectives,
Watch your play.

Wm. Tod Helmuth—Ode to the Bacillus.