Shakespeare's Medical KnowledgeD. Appleton, 1865 - 78페이지 |
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... cure of the ; that such a one , and such a one , were things you wot of , unless they keep very good diet . ( Act п . Sc . 1. ) Isabel . Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself , That skins the vice o ' the top : ( Act 11. Sc . 2. ) Duke ...
... cure of the ; that such a one , and such a one , were things you wot of , unless they keep very good diet . ( Act п . Sc . 1. ) Isabel . Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself , That skins the vice o ' the top : ( Act 11. Sc . 2. ) Duke ...
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... cure : -the difference between post hoc and propter hoc not being marked ; -as must likewise happens sometimes to the best prac- titioners . Biron . A fever in your blood , why then , incision Would let her out in saucers ; - Biron ...
... cure : -the difference between post hoc and propter hoc not being marked ; -as must likewise happens sometimes to the best prac- titioners . Biron . A fever in your blood , why then , incision Would let her out in saucers ; - Biron ...
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... cure , is the foundation of the plot of this play . The poet selected a disease , which was at once painful and almost incur- able ; and which yet admitted of the patient's going about without much apparent disability . It is a disease ...
... cure , is the foundation of the plot of this play . The poet selected a disease , which was at once painful and almost incur- able ; and which yet admitted of the patient's going about without much apparent disability . It is a disease ...
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... cure , - When our most learned doctors leave us ; and The congregated college have concluded That laboring art can never ransom nature From her inaidable estate ; I say we must not So strain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To ...
... cure , - When our most learned doctors leave us ; and The congregated college have concluded That laboring art can never ransom nature From her inaidable estate ; I say we must not So strain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To ...
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... Malcolm . I pray you ? Macbeth . Comes the king forth , Doctor . Ay , sir : there are a crew of wretched souls , That stay his cure : their malady convinces The great assay of art ; but at his touch 4 * MACBETH . 33 Comedy of Errors. ...
... Malcolm . I pray you ? Macbeth . Comes the king forth , Doctor . Ay , sir : there are a crew of wretched souls , That stay his cure : their malady convinces The great assay of art ; but at his touch 4 * MACBETH . 33 Comedy of Errors. ...
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300 PASTEUR DRIVE Alcibiades Antony and Cleopatra apoplexed Apothecary bedded hair blood brains still beating breath Brutus Cardinal Wolsey Cerimon cheek Cleopatra Clown cold compound Cordelia Coriolanus cure Cymbeline death Doctor Doctor Johnson doth expel This something-settled Falstaff fast fever foul disease Gloster grief Hamlet hath healthful music heart Hotspur Iago imposthume Infects Julius Cæsar keep King Henry King Richard know my course Lafeu Lear LIBRARY STANFORD UNIVERSITY limbs lips lord Macbeth Macduff madness malady matter will reword medical knowledge medical readers Menenius mineral poison mines of sulphur nature never Othello passage patient Phrynia physic physician plague poet poet's Polixenes Polonius Portia purge repulsed a short Romeo sciatica Shakes Shakespeare's sick Sir Toby sleep something-settled matter STANFORD UNIVERSITY 300 stuff'd surgeon syphilis thee Thersites things thou Timon tion Troilus and Cressida UNIVERSITY 300 PASTEUR variable objects Whereon his brains wound young youth
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63 페이지 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
65 페이지 - The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb ; What is her burying grave, that is her womb ; And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find ; Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different.
33 페이지 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, 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 ? Doct.
70 페이지 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness, That I have uttered ; bring me to the test, And I the matter will reword ; which madness Would gambol from.
27 페이지 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
24 페이지 - Have every pelting river made so proud, That they have overborne their continents : The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'da beard : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock, The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green For lack of tread are undistinguishable...
19 페이지 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
24 페이지 - The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set...
69 페이지 - Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body; And, with a sudden vigour., it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
71 페이지 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.