It can’t hurt.
He was immune to arsenic, but the old lace got him.
If my enemies try to kill me with scotch, Iām safe.
At the time he was known as the Poison King.
Good reason not to accept food or drink from anyone offering.
I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.
Mithral didn’t save frodo from the venom from Shelob, either.
Oh, wrong story... Sorry.
That took a lot of Gaul.
There was a king reigned in the East: There, when kings will sit to feast, They get their fill before they think With poisoned meat and poisoned drink. He gathered all the springs to birth From the many-venomed earth; First a little, thence to more, He sampled all her killing store; And easy, smiling, seasoned sound, Sate the king when healths went round. They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up: They shook, they stared as white's their shirt: Them it was their poison hurt. I tell the tale that I heard told. Mithridates, he died old.ā
⦠Terrence, This Is Stupid Stuff, A.E. Houseman