MACBETH: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

DOCTOR:Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.

MACBETH: Throw physic to the dogs. I’ll none of it.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet

Macbeth, Act 5, sc. 3, l. 50ff (5.3.50-58) (1606)
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