A Poem upon Tea (1712) [ Practices ]
… Exile of the Man. From boist'rous Wine I fled to gentle Tea; For, Calms compose us after Storms at Sea. In vain wou'd Coffee boast an equal Good; The Chrystal Stream transcends the flowing Mud. Tea ev’n the Ills from Coffee sprung repairs, Disclaims its Vices, and its Virtue shares. To bless me with the Juice two Foes conspire, The …
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