For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
For there was never yet a philosopher - that could endure the toothache patiently
The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth
Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude