“Te veniente die, te decedente canemus.”
“From dawn to decline of day, of tea we will utter the praises.”
Give tea to my First: ’tis as round as a ball:
And, when stunted & small,
I ca’n’t spare it at all.
Give tea to my Second: ’tis quite the best way
For concluding delay
When you don’t want to stay.
Give tea to my Third: ’tis a name I assign
To plate, pictures, or wine,
Which is yours and not mine.
Give no tea to my Whole: it will keep her awake,
And her small head will ache,
And a riot she’ll make,
Till, for quietness’ sake,
You supply her with cake.
Lewis Carroll. Mar. 16, 1880