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Page 227 - A blank, my lord : 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.
Page 328 - under various circumstances he has prescribed mercury, in very large quantities, and in a great number of cases ; and he never produced salivation, except in three instances, in any child under three years of age." Dr. Warren, of Boston, observes, "that he has never known an infant to be salivated, notwithstanding he has given in some cases, large quantities with this view.
Page 227 - Form'd to soft luxury, and prompt to thrill With all the tumults, all the joys and pains, That beauty gives ; with caution and reserve Indulge the sweet destroyer of repose, Nor court too much the queen of charming cares.
Page 169 - ... all over, but not stay in (with his head above water) longer than half a minute, if the water be very cold; after this he must go in three times a week for a fortnight longer.
Page 494 - Among other misfortunes, the scurvy made its appearance, and carried off great numbers. This, added to other calamities, induced the garrison to incline towards a surrender of the place, when the Prince of Orange, anxious to prevent its loss, and unable to relieve the garrison...
Page 495 - The effect of the delusion was truly astonishing ; for many were quickly and perfectly recovered. Such as had not moved their limbs for a month before, were seen walking the streets sound, straight, and whole. They boasted of their cure by the Prince's remedy.
Page 227 - Absence, distrust, or ev'n with anxious joy, The wholesome appetites and powers of life Dissolve in languor. The coy stomach loathes The genial board : your cheerful days are gone ; The generous bloom that flush'd your cheeks is fled. To sighs devoted and to tender pains, Pensive you sit, or solitary stray, And waste your youth in musing.
Page 408 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Page 429 - Hypochondriasis I would consider as being always attended with dyspeptic symptoms; and though there may be, at the same time, an anxious melancholic fear arising from the feeling of these symptoms, yet while this fear is only a mistaken judgment with respect to the state of the person's own health, and to the danger to be from thence apprehended, I would still consider the disease as a hypochondriasis, and as distinct from the proper melancholia; but when an anxious fear and despondency...

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