Friends, colleagues, Placebans, spare me your tears;
I come to praise placebo, not to bury it.
The evil doctors do lives after them;
The good is oft in part placebo.
So let it be!
The medical world’s a stage,
And placebos merely players;
Each one plays a different part:
This one Prozac, that one morphine;
The winter of our discontent
Is made glorious summer
By these sweet pills,
And nothing is real,
But thinking makes it so.