Social Customs — Chapter 13

For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crown'd,The berries crackle, and the mill turns round;On shining altars of Japan they raiseThe silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze;From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide,While China's earth receives the smoking tide:At once they gratify their scent and taste,And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.Pope: Rape of the Lock.