Take four pellets, and your dyspepsia will be all right.

Tom always sighs and is silly when he's overeaten.' 'I'll take 'em.

These are the only sweet things you ever give me.' And Tom gloomily crunched his dose.
'"Who can minister to a mind diseased, or pluck out a rooted sorrow ?" quoted Josie tragically from her perch on the railing.
'Come with me, Tommy, and I'll make a man of you.

Drop your pills and powders, and cavort round the world a spell, and you'll soon forget you've got a heart, or a stomach either,' said Dan, offering his one panacea for all ills.
'Ship with me, Tom.

A good fit of seasickness will set you up, and a stiff north-easter blow your blue-devils away.