Here’s a little verse by Colley Cibber, to get you into your Elevenses this Friday morning.

Tea! Thou soft, thou sober, sage, and
Venerable liquid, though female tongue-
Running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening,
Wink-tipping cordial, to whose glorious
Insipidity I owe the happiest moment
Of my life, let me fall prostrate.

Colley Cibber, The Lady’s Last Stake, 1708