Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her bays; <br />Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise. <br />The best of Queens, and best of herbs, we owe <br />To that bold nation, which the way did show <br />To the fair region where the sun doth rise, <br />Whose rich productions we so justly prize. <br />The Muse's friend, tea does our fancy aid, <br />Repress those vapors which the head invade, <br />And keep the palace of the soul serene, <br />Fit on her birthday to salute the Queen.<br /><br />Edmund Waller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-tea/
