When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees…
“When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees; Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When his potion and his pill, Has, or none, or little skill, Meet for nothing, but to kill; Sweet Spirit, comfort me!”
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A plea for divine comfort amid a doctor's limited skill and the futility of some medical practices.
In simple terms: Seeking spiritual solace when human help seems insufficient.
Key Takeaway
Turn to faith or inner strength in moments of doubt.
Themes
faith
medicine
human limitation
hope
spirituality
Mood
somber
hopeful
Type
poetic
spiritual
ethical
When to use this quote
- health crises
- ethical dilemmas
- personal loss
- spiritual seeking
Key Concepts
theology
medical ethics
humility
Questions to Reflect On
- What comforts you when expertise fails?
- How do you balance faith and practical action?
A Different Perspective
Human skill may be inadequate; reliance on divine may not satisfy all.