Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


My curse upon the venom’d stang,
That shoots my tortured gums alang;
And through my lugs gies mony a twang,
Wi’ gnawing vengeance.
Burns.—Address to the Toothache, Verse 1.

There was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.
Shakespeare.—Much Ado About Nothing, Act V. Scene 1. (Leonato to Antonio.)