THE LITTLE TEA BOOK 



Cure Maladies, and Maladies prevent ? 



Receive this Plant, from your own Phcebus 

 sent; 



Whence Life's nice Lamp in Temper is main- 

 tain'd, 



When Dim, Recruited, when too fierce, re- 

 strained. 



You Curious Souls, who all our Thoughts apply, 

 The hidden Works of Nature to descry ; 

 Why veering Winds with Vari'd Motion blow, 

 Why Seas in settled Courses Ebb and Flow ; 

 Wou'd you these Secrets of her Empire know ? 

 Treat the Coy Nymph with this Celestial Dew, 

 Like Ariadne she'll impart the Clue ; 

 Shall through her Winding Labyrinths convey, 

 And Causes, eculking in their Cells, display. 



You that to Isis's Bark or Cam retreat, 

 Wou'd you prove worthy Sons of either Seat, 

 And All in Learning's Commonwealth be Great? 

 Infuse this Leaf, and your own Streams shall 



bring 

 More Science than the fam'd Castalian Spring. 



Wou'd you, O Musick's Sons, your art Com- 



pleat, 



And all its ancient Miracles repeat, 

 Rouse Rev'ling Monarchs into Martial Rage, 

 And, when Inflam'd, with Softer Notes As- 



The tedious Hours of absent Love beguile, 

 Charm Care asleep, and make Affliction smile ? 

 Carouse in TEA, that will your Souls inspire ; 

 Drink Phcebus's liquor and command his Lyre. 



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