Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Colley Cibber (1777). “The Dramatic Works of Colley Cibber ...: In Five Volumes : Volume the Second”, p.211
