He discovered or described hundreds of afflictions and cures, and by testing remedies he concluded “Laughter is the best medicine”

For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.

She took those pills from the pill concocter,
And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.

The bottle-nosed whale is a furlong long,
And likewise wise
But headstrong strong

One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

I found a liquid cure
for my landlocked blues

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love, and a little for the bottle.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by

Hope, of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.

You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured! Praise Bog! I'm cured!
I was cured alright.

"Do you know a cure for me?"

"Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water."

"Salt water?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea."

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

I was cured all right.