Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Quackery
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash—
Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill;
All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.
Crabbe—Borough. Letter VII. L. 75.
From powerful causes spring the empiric’s gains,
Man’s love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
These first induce him the vile trash to try,
Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
Crabbe—Borough. Letter VII. L. 124.
Out, you impostors!
Quack salving, cheating mountebanks! your skill
Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.
Massinger—Virgin-Martyr. Act IV. Sc. 1.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratch’d withal.
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 142.
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde
And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.
Chaucer—The Clerke’s Tale. L. 13,541.
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
Longfellow—The Harvest Moon.
An honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails.
Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 38.