I firmly believe that if the whole materia medica could be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be all the better for mankind and all the worse for the fishes.
A pill that the present moment is daily bread to thousands.
Orandum est, ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.
A sound mind in a sound body is a thing to be prayed for.
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.
Physician, heal thyself.
And in requital ope his leathern scrip,
And show me simples of a thousand names,
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties.
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Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the crowd of physicians had killed him."
How the Doctor's brow should smile,
Crown'd with wreaths of camomile.
Dulcia non ferimus; succo renovamus amaro.
We do not bear sweets; we are recruited by a bitter potion.
Medicus nihil aliud est quam animi consolatio.
A physician is nothing but a consoler of the mind.
I have heard that Tiberius used to say that that man was ridiculous, who after sixty years, appealed to a physician.
So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art
By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part,
Bold in the practice of mistaken rules,
Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend.
You tell your doctor, that y' are ill
And what does he, but write a bill,
Of which you need not read one letter,
The worse the scrawl, the dose the better.
For if you knew but what you take,
Though you recover, he must break.
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.
Physicians, of all men, are most happy: whatever good success soever they have, the world proclaimeth and what faults they commit, the earth covereth.
Use three Physicians,
Still-first Dr. Quiet,
Next Dr. Merry-man
And Dr. Dyet.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death
Will seize the doctor too.
No cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death.
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.
'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases
Are grown so catching.
In this point
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic
After his patient's death.
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
How does your patient, doctor?
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
