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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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