nam quis bene medelam aeger impertiat? quis febriens arroganti tactu pulsum distinguat incolumem? quis desertor scientiam rei militaris iure laudaverit? quis esculentus abstemium competenter arguerit? indignissimus mortalium necesse habeo dicere quod facere detrecto, et ad mea ipse verba damnabilis, cum non impleam quae moneo, idem in me meam cotidie cogor dictare sententiam.
For how could a sick man be a fit healer? How could a fever-stricken sufferer by his presumptuous touch ever recognise a healthy pulse? What right has a deserter to praise military science? What glutton has any right to take the abstemious to task? I, the most unworthy of mortals, am under the necessity of preaching what I refuse to practise; I am condemned out of my own mouth, in failing to fulfil my own admonitions, and I am every day compelled to pronounce my verdict against myself.
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