"I swear by Apollo the Physician, by Aesculapius, and by all the gods and goddesses, making them my witnesses, that I will carry out, according to my ability and judgement this oath.
To hold my teacher in this art equal to my own parents; when he is in need of money to share mine with him; to consider his family as my own brothers and to teach them this art, without fee or indenture; to impart precept, oral instruction, and all other instruction to my own sons, the sons of my teacher, and to indentured pupils.
I will use treatment to help the sick according to my ability and my judgement, but never with a view to injury and wrongdoing.
I will not administer a poison to anybody when asked to do so, nor will I give a woman a pessary to cause abortion. But I will keep pure and holy in both my life and my art.
I will not use the knife on sufferers from stone, but I will give place to such as are craftsmen in this art.
Into whatsoever houses I enter I will endeavour to help the sick and I will abstain from all intentional wrongdoing and harm, especially from abusing the bodies of man or woman whether bond or free.
And whatsoever I shall see or hear in the course of my profession, or in my intercourse with men, if it be what should not be published abroad I will never divulge it, holding such things to be as secrets which are holy.
If I carry out this oath and break it not, may I gain forever a good reputation among all men for my life and my art; but if I transgress it, may the opposite be my portion.”

(Oh, so that's why they don't have doctors swear to it anymore.)

"We have forgotten that the Gospel ethic demands feeding the poor: it is silent about the business of turning the poor into capitalists so that they can care for themselves and release us from the Gospel burden."

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There once was a hobbit called Bilbo by name,
Who found a gold ring and was never the same.
Its value, at first try, was perfectly clear:
This ring made the wearer at once disappear.
He carried it home and hid it away
But used it sometimes to keep neighbors at bay.
When Bilbo had aged to eleventy-one,
He wanted to clear off and leave Hobbiton,
So Frodo his nephew now owned the one ring,
And Gandalf warned him it was more than just bling.
Til Frodo was thirty three he kept it safe,
But danger arose as a searching ringwraith
Commisioned by Sauron to get the ring back,
So Frodo left home before it could attack.
With Samwise and Merry and Pippin all three
He ran with great haste to the village of Bree.
At the inn there they met a most sinister man,
Who should by his birth have been king of the land.
Aragorn led them through marshes and woods,
Where Bombadil kept them as safe as he could.
But when the four hobbits in Aragorn's care,
Reached Weathertop hill, the ring wraiths were there.
Confronted with fire, the wraiths had to flee,
But Frodo was stabbed, and they had a code three.
The tip of the blade in his shoulder had stayed,
And Frodo was rapidly starting to fade.
In the woods Arwen found them, a cute little elf
Who for her great age, was in excellent health.
She dammed up the Bruinen by means of a spell,
So Frodo could ride across to Rivendell,
The ring wraiths pursued him to the riverbed,
Where Arwen released the flood over their heads.
But I've only got to book 1, chapter 8,
So if you could just read the rest, that'd be great.