"One fine day, Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he, "So! you've a poet in your house," and smiled. "A poet? God forbid," I cried; and then It all came out: how Andrew slyly sent Verse to the paper; how they printed it In Poet's Corner."

"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep."

"For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse."

"O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?"

"Call it not vain: — they do not err, Who say that, when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies."

"For ne'er Was flattery lost on Poet's ear; A simple race! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile."

"Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions."

"Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature."

"And poets by their sufferings grow,— As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent."

"Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs."

"Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse."

"I learnt life from the poets."

"Wer den Dichter will verstehen Muss in Dichters Lande gehen."

"Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose Those made not poets, but the poets those."

"Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem."

"For voices pursue him by day, And haunt him by night,— And he listens, and needs must obey, When the Angel says: "Write!""

"A poet looks at the world somewhat as a man looks at a woman."

"Crudelem medicum intemperans æger facit."

"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."

"When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills."

"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."

"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."

"Trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob."

"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?"

"Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it."

"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."

"How does your patient, doctor? Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies."

"In this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic After his patient's death."

"Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel."

"In such a night Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs That did renew old Æson."

"Use three Physicians, Still-first Dr. Quiet, Next Dr. Merry-man And Dr. Dyet."

"By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too."

"No cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon, can save the thing from death."

"Physicians, of all men, are most happy: whatever good success soever they have, the world proclaimeth and what faults they commit, the earth covereth."

"Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend."

"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."

"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."

"But, when the wit began to wheeze, And wine had warm'd the politician, Cur'd yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician."

"So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part, Bold in the practice of mistaken rules, Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools."

"Learn from the beasts the physic of the field."

"'Tis time to give 'em physic, their diseases Are grown so catching."

"Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?"

"Orandum est, ut sit mens sana in corpore sano."

"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."

"Physician, heal thyself."

"A pill that the present moment is daily bread to thousands."