folk remedy Quotes

I don’t care if it’s horse piss. It works!

The roots and herbes beaten and put into new ale or beer and daily drunk, cleareth, strengtheneth and quickeneth the sight of the eyes.

Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime-it's not very scientific, but it helps.

A guy complains of a headache. Another guy says, Do what I do. I put my head on my wife's bosom, and the headache goes away. The next day, the man says, Did you do what I told you to? Yes, I sure did. By the way, you have a nice house!

A Jewish woman had two chickens. One got sick, so the woman made chicken soup out of the other one to help the sick one get well.

Worried about a skin condition? Leap smartly into a bath of porridge.

My son complains about headaches. I tell him all the time, when you get out of bed, it's feet first!

"I smell fennel," Launcelot said. "That reminds me, I should tell you I have discovered a specific for maims. You take salt, good-quality river mud, and bee urine, and slather it on the maim and hold it there for two days. Works like a charm. Gathering the bee urine is a bit of a bore."

It's because when we sneeze, our soul flies out our nose and if no one says 'bless you,' the devil can snatch it.

Drinking removes warts and pimples. Not from me. But from those I look at.

Once the felon had been hanged, women would sometimes rush forward to press their faces or breasts against the still-twitching hands. This bizarre practice was thought to cure blemishes. The sweat of a dead criminal was also thought to be beneficial and mothers would hold up sickly infants at public executions. Lengths of hangman’s rope and shavings from the gallows were also thought to have a curative effect.

His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation.

And Tom brought him chicken soup until he wanted to kill him. The lore has not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.

I pray thee let me and my fellow have a haire of the dog that bit us last night.

Some medical beast had revived tar-water in those days as a fine medicine, and Mrs. Joe always kept a supply of it in the cupboard; having a belief in its virtues correspondent to its nastiness. At the best of times, so much of this elixir was administered to me as a choice restorative, that I was conscious of going about, smelling like a new fence.

You catch a fairly young field-vole and flay it... We take the skin, when Venus stands in the sign of the scorpion, and combust the skin... Now take the ash, which you got this way, and pepper it out on the fields.