The years of a lifetime do not reach a hundred. Yet they contain a thousand years’ sorrow. When days are short and the dull nights long, Why not take a lamp and wander forth? If you want to be happy you must do it now, There is no waiting till an after-time. The fool who’s loath to spend the wealth he’s got Becomes the laughing-stock of after ages. It is true that Master Wang became immortal, But how can _we_ hope to share his lot?