Physic comes as naturally to me as mother's milk.

Sixthly, there is _Aqua Epidemica_, commonly called the Plague-Water of Matthias--delicious stuff! I will only just sip it.
What a fine bitter it has! I'm sure it must be very wholesome.

Next, for I've lost my count, comes salt of vipers--next, powder of unicorn's horn--next, oil of scorpions from Naples--next, dragon-water--all admirable.

Then there are cloves of garlics--sovereign fortifiers of the stomach--and, lastly, there is a large box of my favourite rufuses.

How many pills have I taken?
Only half a dozen! Three more may as well go to keep the others company." And hastily swallowing them, as if afraid of detection, he carefully shut the drawer, and then crept into bed, and, covering himself with blankets, endeavoured to compose himself to slumber.
Doctor Hodges, meantime, returned to the grocer, and acquainted him that it was a false alarm, and that the porter was entirely free from infection.
"I am glad to hear it," replied Bloundel; "but I expected as much.
Blaize is like the shepherd's boy in the fable: he has cried 'wolf' so often, that when the danger really arrives, no one will heed him." "I must now take my leave, Mr.Bloundel," said Hodges.