Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
Ingenious to their ruin, every age improves the art and instruments of rage.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.