|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|My curse upon the venomd stang,|
That shoots my tortured gums alang;
And through my lugs gies mony a twang,
Wi gnawing vengeance.
Burns.Address to the Toothache, Verse 1.
|There was never yet philosopher|
That could endure the toothache patiently.
Shakespeare.Much Ado About Nothing, Act V. Scene 1. (Leonato to Antonio.)