Fo lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned, (105)
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round;
On shining Alters of Japan that raise
The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze:
From silver souts 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.
Straight hover round the Fair her airy band;
Some, as she sipped, the fuming liquor fanned,
Some o'er her lap their careful plumes displayed,
Trembling, and conscious of the rich brocade.
Coffee, (which makes the politician wise,
And see through all things with half-shut eyes)
Sent up in vapours to the Baron's brain
New strategems, the radiant Lock to gain.
A cease, rash youth! desist ere 'tis too late,
Fear the just Gods, and think of Scylla's Fate!
Changed to a bird, and sent to flit in air,
She dearly pays for Nisus' injured hair!