William Shakespeare on Medicine
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“When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“You rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases Are grown so catching.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“In such a night Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs That did renew old Æson.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“Trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“* In this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic After his patient's death.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“How does your patient, doctor? Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“No cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon, can save the thing from death.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“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.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“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.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“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.”
- William Shakespeare, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations