C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Poison
It is medicine, not poison, I offer you.
Lessing.
To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.
Schiller.
Lessing.
All men carry about them that which is poyson to serpents: for if it be true that is reported, they will no better abide the touching with man’s spittle than scalding water cast upon them: but if it happen to light within their chawes or mouth, especially if it come from a man that is fasting, it is present death.
Pliny.