Anacreontic by a Footman

It's wery well to talk in praise

Of Tea and Water-drinking

ways,

In proper time and place;

Of sober draughts, so clear and cool,

Dipp’d out of a transparent pool

Reflecting heaven’s face.

Of babbling brooks, and purling rills,

And streams as gushes from the hills,

It’s wery well to talk;—

But what becomes of all sich schemes,

With ponds of ice, and running streams

As doesn’t even walk?