|Medicus carat, Natura sanat morbus.|
The physician heals, Nature makes well.
Idea in AristotleNicomachean Ethics. Bk. VII. 15. 7. Oxford text.
| A mans own observation, what he find good of, and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health.|
BaconEssays. Of Regimen of Health.
|I find the medicine worse than the malady.|
Beaumont and FletcherLoves Cure. Act III. Sc. 2.
|Dat Galenus opes, dat Justinianus honores,|
Sed genus species cogitur ire pedes;
The rich Physician, honord Lawyers ride,
Whilst the poor Scholar foots it by their side.
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. I. 2. 3. 15. Quoted by Dr. Robert F. Arnold. A like saying may be found in Franciscus Floridus SabinusLectiones Subcisive. Bk. I. Ch. I. Also John OwenMedicus et I. C.
OvidFasti. I. 217; Amores. III. VIII. 55.
|Tis not amiss, ere yere givn oer,|
To try one desprate medcine more;
For where your case can be no worse,
The despratst is the wisest course.
ButlerEpistle of Hudibras to Sidrophel. L. 5.
|Learnd he was in medicnal lore,|
For by his side a pouch he wore,
Replete with strange hermetic powder
That wounds nine miles point-blank would solder.
ButlerHudibras. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 223.
|This is the way that physicians mend or end us,|
Secundum artem: but although we sneer
In healthwhen ill, we call them to attend us,
Without the least propensity to jeer.
ByronDon Juan. Canto X. St. 42.
|Dios que dá la llaga, dá la medicina.|
God who sends the wound sends the medicine.
CervantesDon Quixote. II. 19.
| Ægri quia non omnes convalescunt, idcirco ars nulla medicina est.|
Because all the sick do not recover, therefore medicine is not an art.
CiceroDe Natura Deorum. II. 4.
To be well shaken.
George Colman (the Younger)Broad Grins. The Newcastle Apothecary. St. 12.
|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 dont get groggy,
Pour it in the lake
Stir the mixture well
Lest it prove inferior,
Then put half a drop
Into Lake Superior.
Every other day
Take a drop in water,
Youll be better soon
Or at least you oughter.
Bishop G. W. DoaneLines on Homeopathy.
|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.
DrydenEpistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. L. 92.
|So livd our sires, ere doctors learnd to kill,|
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
DrydenTo John Dryden, Esq. L. 71.
|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 BartasDivine Weekes and Workers. First Week. Sixth Day. L. 1,018.
|For of the most High cometh healing.|
Ecclesiasticus. XXXVIII. 2.
|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 GarthThe Dispensary.
|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.
Epigrams Ancient and Modern. Edited by Rev. John Booth, London, 1863. P. 144. Another version signed D, (probably John Dunscombe) in note to Nichols Select Collection of Poems.
|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.
GayThe Sick Man and the Angel.
|Oh, powerful bacillus,|
With wonder how you fill us,
While medical detectives,
With powerful objectives,
Watch your play.
Wm. Tod HelmuthOde to the Bacillus.
| 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.|
HolmesLecture before the Harvard Medical School.
| A pill that the present moment is daily bread to thousands.|
Douglas JerroldThe Catspaw. Act I. Sc. 1.
|Orandum est, ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.|
A sound mind in a sound body is a thing to be prayed for.
JuvenalSatires. X. 356.
| 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.
LongfellowChristus. The Golden Legend. Pt. I.
|Physician, heal thyself.|
Luke. IV. 23. Quoted as a proverb.
|And in requital ope his leathern scrip,|
And show me simples of a thousand names,
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties.
MiltonComus. L. 626.
| Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, That the crowd of physicians had killed him.|
MontaigneEssays. Bk. II. Ch. XXXVII.
|How the Doctors brow should smile,|
Crownd with wreaths of camomile.
MooreWreaths for Ministers.
|Dulcia non ferimus; succo renovamus amaro.|
We do not bear sweets; we are recruited by a bitter potion.
OvidArs Amatoria. III. 583.
|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.|
PlutarchDe Sanitate tuenda. Vol. II.
|So modern pothecaries, taught the art|
By doctors bills to play the doctors part,
Bold in the practice of mistaken rules,
Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
PopeEssay on Criticism. L. 108.
|Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.|
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. III. L. 174.
|Who shall decide when doctors disagree,|
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
PopeMoral Essays. Ep. III.
|Banished the doctor, and expelld the friend.|
PopeMoral Essays. Ep. III. L. 330.
|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.
PriorAlma. Canto III. L. 97.
|But, when the wit began to wheeze,|
And wine had warmd the politician,
Curd yesterday of my disease,
I died last night of my physician.
PriorThe Remedy Worse than the Disease.
| Physicians, of all men, are most happy: whatever good success soever they have, the world proclaimeth and what faults they commit, the earth covereth.|
QuarlesHieroglyphics of the Life of Man.
|Use three Physicians,|
Still-first Dr. Quiet,
Next Dr. Merry-man
And Dr. Dyet.
From Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum. Edition 1607.
|By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death|
Will seize the doctor too.
Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 29.
| No cataplasm so rare,|
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death.
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 144.
|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.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 137.
|Tis time to give em physic, their diseases|
Are grown so catching.
Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 36.
| In this point|
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic
After his patients death.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 39.
| Take physic, pomp;|
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
King Lear. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 33.
|How does your patient, doctor?|
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 37.
|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?
Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Throw physic to the dogs; Ill none of it.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 40.
| 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.
Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 50.
| In such a night|
Medea gatherd the enchanted herbs
That did renew old Æson.
Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 12.
|I do remember an apothecary,|
And hereabouts he dwells,whom late I noted
In tatterd 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 stuffd, 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 scatterd to make up a show.
Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 37.
| 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 æger 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.|
TacitusAnnals. Bk. VI. Ch. XLVI. Same told by SuetoniusLife of Tiberius. Ch. LXVIII.
The medicine increases the disease.
VergilÆneid. XII. 46.
| 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.|
VoltaireA Philosophical Dictionary. Physicians.