Tell me all, hide nothing; I have balms for all your ills.
"Modeste Mignon"
Honore de Balzac
"Heaven," thought I, "has ever its store of balms for the hurt mind and wounded spirit, and may in time rear up this broken flower to be once more the pride and joy of the valley.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
I have been at her house and seen her trinkets For painting; things innumerable; Squalms and balms; I wonder where she gets The things that she hath with folks for to fable, And to all bawdry ever agreeable.
"A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume I."
R. Dodsley