Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.

Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.

Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.

My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.