THE LITTLE TEA BOOK 



THE INTRODUCTION' 



Fame Sound thy Trump, all Ranks of Mortals 



Call, 

 To share a Prize that will enrich 'em All. 



You that with Sacred Oracles converse, 

 And clearly wpu'd Mysterious Truths rehearse ; 

 On soaring Wings of Contemplation rise, 

 And fetch Discov'ries from above the Skies ; 

 Ethereal TEA your Notions will resine, 

 Till you yourselves become almost Divine. 



You statesmen, who in Storms the Publick 



Helm 

 Wou'd Guide with Skill, and Save a sinking 



Realm, 



TEA, your Minerva, shall suggest such Sense, 

 Such safe and sudden Turns of Thought dis- 

 pense, 



That you, like her Ulysses, may Advise, 

 And start Designs that shall the World sur- 

 prise. 



You Pleaders, who for Conquest at the Bar 

 Contend as Fierce and Loud as Chiefs in War ; 

 Would you Amaze and Charm the list'ning 



Court? 



First to this Spring of Eloquence resort : 

 Then boldly launch on Tully's flowing Seas, 

 And grasp the Thunder of Demosthenes. 



You Artists of the ^Esculapian Tribe, 

 Wou'd you, like ^Esculapius's Self, Prescribe, 



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