------It was Heaven's mercy to us, continued my uncle _Toby_, which put it into the corporal's head to maintain that due contention betwixt the radical heat and the radical moisture, by reinforcing the fever, as he did all along, with hot wine and spices; whereby the corporal kept up (as it were) a continual firing, so that the radical heat stood its ground from the beginning to the end, and was a fair match for the moisture, terrible as it was. ----Upon my honour, added my uncle _Toby_, you might have heard the contention within our bodies, brother _Shandy_, twenty toises. --If there was no firing, said _Yorick_.

'It was Heaven's mercy,' continued my uncle, 'which put it into the corporal's head to keep that contention betwixt the radical heat and the radical moisture, by reinforcing the fever with hot wine and spices; he kept up a continual firing, so that the radical heat stood its ground, and was a fair match for the moisture, terrible as it was. - Upon my honour,' added my uncle Toby, 'you might have heard the contention within our bodies, brother, twenty miles away.'
'If there was no firing,' said Yorick.
