TOOTHACHE.—My curse upon the venom’d stang,
That shoots my tortured gums alang;
And through my lugs gies mony a twang,
Wi’ gnawing vengeance.

Burns.—Address to the Toothache, Verse 1.

TOOTHACHE.—There was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.

Shakespeare.—Much Ado About Nothing Act V. Scene 1. (Leonato to Antonio.)


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