Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid;thou female tonguerunning, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate. Colley Cibber.The Ladys Last Stake, Act I. Scene 1.
The Muses friend, tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene, Fit on her birth-day to salute the Queen. Waller.Of Tea, from last lines.
[Translated.Thee did he sing as day approached, thee as it departed. A punster has thus rendered it: At morning he sang the praises of tea, The praises of tea too at evning sang he. A facetious Cantab is said to have placed upon his tea-caddy the Latin words, Tu Doces, (i.e., Thou teachest,) rendering the phrase into a punning motto, Thou tea-chest.Rileys Dict. Class. Quot. 456.]