Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Sickness
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 answer—so may you.
Byron—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 13.
But when ill indeed,
E’en dismissing the doctor don’t 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. Eddy—Science and Health. Ch. XIV.
Prevention is better than cure.
Erasmus—Adagia. Same idea in Ovid—De Remedia Amoris. 91. Persius—Satires. III. 63. Livy—Works. III. 61 and V. 36.
I’ve that within for which there are no plasters.
Garrick—Prologue to Goldsmith’s She Stoops to Conquer.
Some maladies are rich and precious and only to be acquired by the right of inheritance or purchased with gold.
Hawthorne—Mosses 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 med’cine cannot reach.
Maturin—Bertram. 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 bedn’t naw coomfut in ’er, an’ arn’d naw thanks fur ’er paäins.
Tennyson—Village Wife.
I’ve known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, though perhaps you’ll think the practice bold,
A midnight park is sov’reign for a cold.
Young—Love of Fame. Satire V. L. 185.