THE LITTLE TEA BOOK 



Sons of Appelles, wou'd you draw the Face 

 Arid Shape of Venus, and with equal Grace 

 In some Blysian Field the Figure place ? 

 Your Fancy, warm'd by TEA, with wish'd suc- 



cess, 



Shall Beauty's Queen in all her Charms express ; 

 With Nature's Rural Pride your Landscape fill 

 The Shady Grotto, and the Sunny Hill, 

 The Laughing Meadow, and the Talking Rill. 



Sons of the Muses, would you Charm the Plains 

 With Chearful Lays, or Sweet Condoling Strains; 

 Or with a Sonnet make the Tallies ring, 

 To Welcome home the Goddess of the Spring ? 

 Or wou'd you in sublimer Themes engage, 

 And sing of Worthies who adorn the Age ? 

 Or, with Promethean Boldness, wou'd aspire 

 To Catch a Spark of the Celestial Fire 

 That Crowned the Royal Conquest, and could 



raise 



Juverne's Boyn above Scamander's Praise ? 

 Drink, drink Inspiring TEA, and boldly draw 

 A Hercules, a Mars, or a NASSAU. 



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