1. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseasd? Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? 2. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. 1. Throw physic to the dogs, Ill none of it. Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act V. Scene 3.