You’ll find this statement true.[3]
When the doctor cometh late
The wound may poisoned be;
The sore may irritate
And most sad results we see.
In another troubadour song, The Wicked Surgeon (Vilain Mire), from which Moliere purloined his play “A Doctor in Spite of Himself,” we see the wife of the bone-setter assure every one that her husband is not only a good surgeon, but likewise knows as much of medicine and uroscopy as Hippocrates himself. (We must not forget that a knowledge of urine was claimed by mires and meges.) Thus the bone setter’s wife says:
“My husband is, as I have said,
A surgeon who can raise the dead.
He sees disease in urine hid,
Knows more than e’en Ypocras did.”