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 Li Po the Chinese Poet

��He drowses in a wine shop

On a city-street of Chang-an; And though his sovereign calls

Will not board the imperial barge. "Please your Majesty," says he,

"I am a god of wine." Chang Hsu is a caligrapher of renown,

Three cups makes him the master. He throws off his cap, baring his pate

Unceremoniously before princes, And wields his inspired brush — lo!

Wreaths of cloud roll on the paper. Chao Sui, another immortal, elate

After full five jugfuls, Is eloquent with heroic speech,

The wonder of all the feasting hall.

TuFu.

��The Wine Spring, located in the western part of Kansu, is said to have possessed a natural fountain of wine.

The sage and the wise. See No. 126. [186]

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