The case seemed wholly desperate and deplorable; and this magnificent palace would have infallibly been burnt down to the ground, if, by presence of mind, unusual to me, I had not suddenly thought of an expedient. I had the evening before drunk plentifully of a most delicious wine, called glimigrim, (the Blefuscudians call it flunec, but ours is esteemed the better sort) which is very diuretic. By the luckiest chance in the world, I had not discharged myself of any part of it. The heat I had contracted by coming very near the flames, and by labouring to quench them, made the wine begin to operate by urine; which I voided in such a quantity, and applied so well to the proper places, that in three minutes the fire was wholly extinguished, and the rest of that noble pile, which had cost so many ages in erecting, preserved from destruction.
— Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift
“made the wine begin to operate by urine”. I imagine Mr. Swift wrote this whole book in between fits of laughter.