C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
To warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate.
And sip with nymphs their elemental tea.
Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.
Tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
The ship from Ceylon, Inde, or far Cathay, unloads for him the fragrant produce of each trip.
Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? how did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.
Here, thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel takeand sometimes tea.
The gentle fair on nervous tea relies,
Whilst gay good-nature sparkles in her eyes;
An inoffensive scandal fluttering round, Too rough to tickle, and too light to wound.
Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid;thou female tonguerunning smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Indeed, Madam, your ladyship is very sparing of year tea: I protest the last I took was no more than water bewitched.
10 And afterwards I did send for a cup of tee (a China drink), of which I never had drunk before.