When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.

Pour, varlet, pour the water
The water steaming hot!
A spoonful for each man of us
Another for the pot!

The concern is that the sample of water you take is roughly the size of tea cup.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

I am so fond of tea that I could write a whole dissertation on its virtues. It comforts and enlivens without the risks attendant on spirituous liquors. Gentle herb! Let the florid grape yield to thee. Thy soft influence is a more safe inspirer of social joy.

On this one, it is hard to read the tea leaves,