There are more old drunkards than old physicians.
quote by Francois Rabelais
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The physicians of one class feel the patients and go away, merely prescribing medicine. As they leave the room they simply ask the patient to take the medicine. They are the poorest class of physicians.
quote by Ramakrishna
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Suicide In The Village
Ah the drum sound,
The owl takes to flight.
Far away from civilization,
The deadly cult sound.
Bring to me the laborers tool,
Brig to me the drunkard's bottle.
Let appease the wrath of the gods,
No abomination has been cause.
There lies the disgraceful child,
From the womb of a holy mother.
Butchered to pieces in his own greed,
Lifeless leaflet, bring to me the drunkards bottle
Let appease the gods,
Distasteful wind of the night,
Send our plight to the gods,
Hence no calamities shall befall.
Bring to me the drunkards bottle,
Oh asaase efua.
Let not our feet be soiled,
From the fury of your wrath.
Bring to me the drunkards bottle,
Oh otwediapon nyame
Hear our pitiful soul cry out,
Let not your wrath, thunder us to death.
Ah, I say bring to me the drunkards bottle,
Oh, hmm bring to me the laborers tool.
This night has been defiled,
Let not our calamities see daylight.
poem by Samuel Donkor
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The Dance
they were dancing in circles
some with huge bellies
and there was this emaciated figure
trying to fit in
learning the steps of the dance
others complain
for he is not like all of them
the weakest link
perhaps
and they do not want to spoil
the dance
of drunkards
i wonder why, the tall lean figure
emaciated as he is
still wants to fit in and pretend
that he is enjoying the dance
of the drunkards?
again, another astonishing study
of weird human behavior
that liking to be in.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Drunkards in the Street
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another,
Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, —
Publicans and wantons —
Calling, laughing, calling,
While the Spirit bloweth Space and Time away.
Why should I feel the sobbing, the secrecy, the glory,
This comforter, this fitful wind divine?
I the cautious Pharisee, the scribe, the whited sepulchre —
I have no right to God, he is not mine.
Within their gutters, drunkards dream of Hell.
I say my prayers by my white bed to-night,
With the arms of God about me, with the angels singing, singing
Until the grayness of my soul grows white.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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I am dying with the help of too many physicians.
quote by Alexander the Great
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Nature can do more than physicians.
quote by Oliver Cromwell
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If the sea were made of wine, how many drunkards there would be.
Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.
I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.
quote by Alexander the Great
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Words are the physicians of the mind diseased.
Few lawyers die well, few physicians live well.
Better lose a supper than have a hundred physicians.
The best physicians are Dr. Diet, Dr. Quiet, and Dr. Merryman.