|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The best of remedies is a beefsteak|
Against sea-sickness; try it, sir, before
You sneer, and I assure you this is true,
For I have found it answerso may you.
ByronDon Juan. Canto II. St. 13.
| But when ill indeed,|
Een dismissing the doctor dont always succeed.
George Colman (the Younger)Broad Grins. Lodgings for Single Gentlemen. St. 7.
| Sickness is a belief, to be annihilated by the divine Mind.|
Mary B. G. EddyScience and Health. Ch. XIV.
|Prevention is better than cure.|
ErasmusAdagia. Same idea in OvidDe Remedia Amoris. 91. PersiusSatires. III. 63. LivyWorks. III. 61 and V. 36.
|Ive that within for which there are no plasters.|
GarrickPrologue to Goldsmiths She Stoops to Conquer.
| Some maladies are rich and precious and only to be acquired by the right of inheritance or purchased with gold.|
HawthorneMosses from an Old Manse. The Old Manse. The Procession of Life.
|The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.|
Isaiah. I. 5.
| A malady|
Preys on my heart that medcine cannot reach.
MaturinBertram. Act IV. Sc. 2.
| This sickness doth infect|
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 28.
|He had a fever when he was in Spain,|
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake; tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his lustre.
Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 119.
| What, is Brutus sick,|
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night?
Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 263.
| My long sickness|
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.
Timon of Athens. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 189.
|An I thowt twur the will o the Lord, but Miss Annie she said it wur draäins,|
For she bednt naw coomfut in er, an arnd naw thanks fur er paäins.
|Ive known my lady (for she loves a tune)|
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, though perhaps youll think the practice bold,
A midnight park is sovreign for a cold.
YoungLove of Fame. Satire V. L. 185.