If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.
In such a night
Medea gathertt the enchanted herbs
That did renew old Æson.
I do remember an apothecary,—
And hereabouts he dwells,—whom late I noted
In tatter'd 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 stuff 'd, 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 scatter'd to make up a show.
You rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.
Tempest. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 138.
Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.
Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 434
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 4.
L. 149.
Crudelem medicum intemperans aeger facit.
A disorderly patient makes the physician cruel.
He (Tiberius) was wont to mock at the arts of physicians, and at those who, after thirty years of age, needed counsel as to what was good or bad for their bodies.
Ægrescitque medendo.
The medicine increases the disease.
But nothing is more estimable than a physician
who, having studied nature from his youth,
knows the properties of the human body, the
diseases which assail it, the remedies which will
benefit it, exercises his art with caution, and pays
equal attention to the rich and the poor.
Voltaire—A Philosophical Dictionary. Physicians.
MEDITATION
Thy thoughts to nobler meditations give,
And study how to die, not how to live.
Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour,
And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined.
Loves to commune with thoughts of tender
power,—
Thoughts that ascend, like angels beautiful,
A shining Jacob's-ladder of the mind!
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Divinely bent to meditation;
And in no worldly suits would he be mov'd,
To draw him from his holy exercise.
MEETING
As two floating planks meet and part on the sea,
O friend! so I met and then drifted from thee.
Like a plank of driftwood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, touches, parts again;
So tossed, and drifting ever,
On life's unresting sea,
Men meet, and greet, and sever,
Parting eternally.
Like driftwood spars which meet and pass
Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
So on the sea of fife, alas!
Man nears man, meets, and leaves again.
Matthew Arnold—Terrace at Berne.
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| text = <poem>As drifting logs of wood may haply meet
On ocean's waters surging to and fro,
And having met, drift once again apart,
So, fleeting is the intercourse of men.
E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade
Of some o'erhung tree, awhile reposes,
Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways,
So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.
Trans, of the CodeofManu. In Words of Wisdom.
We met—'twas in a crowd.
Thomas Haynes Bayly—We Met.
