1 October What art can do, we promise; physic's hand As apt is to destroy as to preserve, If Heaven make not the med'cine: all this while, Our skill hath combat hell with his disease; But 'tis so arm'd, and a deep melancholy, To be such in part with death, we are in fear The grave must mock our labours.
The Plays of Philip Massinger (Volume 1), The Virgin-Martyr, Act IV, Scene I (p. 76)