Tea - The Cups That Cheer But

Ten Thousand Casks, Forever Dribbling Out Their Base Contents, Touch'd By The Midas Finger Of The State, Bleed Gold For Ministers To Sport Away. Drink, And Be Mad Then; 'tis Your Country Bids!

'tis Liberty Alone That Gives The Flower Of Fleeting Life Its Lustre And Perfume; And We Are Weeds Without It.

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A Mind Quite Vacant Is A Mind Distressed.

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.

Remorse Begets Reform.