Great Twining a tea-wreath shall twine for us all—
The fairest of females looks far more divine at tea;
If we conquer, we'll drink twenty cups; if we fall,
Why—"nec possum vivere cum te, nec sine te."
Twenty cups! think of Johnson, when kind Mrs. Thrale
Filled him fifty at least, and he wished they were bowls.
With ardour like his, which among ye can fail?
Come, Doctor, and kindle your thirst in our souls!
Then onward, brave maidens, push off from the coast,
For such brogueless tyrants we care not a pin;