Humanity is composed but of two categories, the invalids and the nurses
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
Fame, the sovereign deity of proud ambition.
Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.
Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.
I had rather follow you to your grave than see you owe your life to any but a regular-bred physician.