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DRINKS.
Chief
seat
of
Slander,
Ever
there
we
see
Thick
Scandal
circulate
with
right
Bohea.
There,
source
of
black'ning
Falsehood's
Mint
of
Lies
\
Each
Dame
th'
Improvement
of
her
Talent
tries,
\
And
at
each
Sip
a
Lady's
Honour
dies
)
Truth
rare
as
Silence,
or
a
Negro
Swan,
Appears
among
those
Daughters
of the
Fan/'
Peter
Motteux,
in
the
same
reign
(171
2),
wrote
"A
Poem
in
Praise
of
Tea
;
"
but
his
theme
may,
after
all,
only
have been
taken
to
advertise
his
East
India
Ware-
house
in
Leadenhall
Street.
He
says
:
'*
From
boist'rous
Wine
I
fled
to
gentle
Tea
;
For,
Calms
compose
us
after
Storms
at
Sea.
In
vain
wou'd
Coffee
boast
an
equal
Good
;
The
Chrystal
Stream
transcends
the
flowing
Mud.
Tea,
ev'n
the
Ills
from
Coflee
sprung,
repairs,
Disclaims
its
Vices,
and
its
Vertue
shares.
To
bless
me
with
the
Juice
two
Foes
conspire.
The
clearest
Water
with
the
purest
Fire,
Wine's
Essence
in
a
Lamp
to
Fewel
turns,
Exhales
its
Soul,
and
for
a
Rival
burns.
The
Leaf
is
mov'd,
and
the
diflusive
Good,
Thus
urg'd,
resigns
its
Spirits
in
the
Flood.
In
curious
Cups
the
liquid
Blessing
flows.
Cups
fit
alone
the
Nectar
to
enclose.
Dissembled
Groves
and
Nymphs
by
Tables
plac'd,
Adorn
the
Sides,
and tempt
the
Sight
and
Taste,
Yet
more
the
gay,
the
lovely
Colour
courts.
The
Flavour
charms
us,
but
the
Taste
transports,"
etc.,
etc.
As
years
went
on,
the
poets
still
sung
its
praises
;
and
the
following
portion
of
"
Tea
Drinking
"
brings
us
down
to
1752,
by
which
time
it
was
a
necessity
in
polite
society
: