A Poem upon Tea (1712) [ Practices ]
… Wine fires the Fancy to a dangerous height, With smoaky Flam, and with a cloudy Light. From its Excess ev'n Wisdom's self grows mad; For an Excess of Good it self is bad. All Reason's in a Storm, no Light, nor Skies, But the Red Ocean rowls before our Eyes. Unhappy State! the … deprav'd can please, Averse to Cure, and fond of its Disease! The purest Air gross Mortals ne'er befriends, And Heav'n itself cannot be Heav'n to Fiends. Thus kindly Tea perhaps insipid seems To Sense debauch'd by Wine's seducing Steams; But …
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