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Ah, laughter! Ah, laughter! Have you not seen how the crooked bend like hooks? The ancients knew that such men would be enfeoffed as lords.

Have you not seen how the straight are like strings? The ancients knew that such men would die by the roadside.

Zhang Yi relied on merely wagging a three-inch tongue; Su Qin relied on never ploughing even two qing of land.

Ah, laughter! Ah, laughter! Have you not seen the old man of Canglang sing a song, yet still say, “Canglang, wash my feet”?

All my life I have not understood how to scheme for myself, vainly composing “Li Sao” for people to read.

Ah, laughter! Ah, laughter! Zhao had Yu Rang, Chu had Qu Yuan—selling their lives to purchase a name lasting a thousand years.

What benefit was there in Chao Fu and Xu You washing their ears? Boyi and Shuqi starved to death and accomplished nothing in the end.

Wei Xu moves; the heavenly eye is all-penetrating—one line of digits is as large as a bushel.

You cherish your name after death; I cherish the wine before my eyes. Drinking brings joy before my eyes—where is an empty reputation to be found?

A man’s poverty and success should each have their time; you bend your waist before your lord, but your lord does not understand.

A fierce tiger does not eye the meat on a table; a great furnace does not cast a cone hidden in a bag.

My teacher, drunk, leans against a rope bed; Wei Xu moves, the heavenly eye is all-penetrating.

Ah, laughter! Ah, laughter! Ning Wuzi, Zhu Maichen—knocking on ox horns, singing as they walked, carrying firewood on their backs.

Today they meet you, yet you do not recognize them. How could they be unlike a man feigning madness?

Ah, sorrow! Ah, sorrow! Master, you have wine—please do not pour it yet. Listen to my song, “Sorrowful Lament.”

When sorrow comes, I neither sing nor laugh; no one beneath Heaven knows my heart.

You have several pecks of wine; I have a three-foot qin.

When the qin resounds and the wine brings joy, the two complement each other; one cup is worth no less than a thousand jun of gold.

Ah, sorrow! Ah, sorrow! Though Heaven is long-lasting and Earth endures, even a hall filled with gold and jade cannot be preserved.

How many years can wealth and honor last? In life and death, everyone must pass through it once.

Wei Xu moves; the brush tip slaughters all the rabbits of Zhongshan.

A lone gibbon sits crying at the moon over a grave mound; for now, one must empty the cup of wine.

Ah, sorrow! Ah, sorrow! The phoenix does not come, and the Yellow River yields no chart; Weizi departed, and Jizi became a slave.

The Han Emperor did not remember General Li; the King of Chu cast off the Great Master Qu.

Ah, sorrow! Ah, sorrow! Li Si of Qin soon repented; an empty reputation is cast away beyond the self.

When did Fan Li ever love the Five Lakes? Once achievement was complete and fame attained, he withdrew himself.

The Nine Doubts range on continuously, all seeming alike; Wei Xu moves, the heavenly eye is all-penetrating.

A sword is used by one man; a book can make a name known.

Huishi would not serve a lord of ten thousand chariots; Bu Shi may not have been poor in learning a single classic.

You must still, while your hair is black, become a regional governor; do not foolishly wait until your hair is white to become a Confucian scholar.