Out, you impostors!
Quack-salving cheating mountebanks!--your skill
Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.
MASSINGER: _Virgin-Martyr,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill:
All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.
CRABBE: _Borough,_ Letter vii., Line 75.