One doctor, singly like the sculler plies, The patient struggles, and by inches dies; But two physicians, like a pair of oars, Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.

Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut Some cureless limb, before in use he put His violent Engins on the vicious member, Bringeth his Patient in a senseless slumber, And grief-less then (guided by use and art), To save the whole, sawes off th' infected part. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Thy Will for Deed I do accept.

As leopard feels at home with leopard.

Apoplexic, and Lethargie, As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

Squinting upon the lustre Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre; And, snuffing with a wrythed nose the Amber, The Musk and Civet that perfum'd the chamber.