I only wish our tea to be superior over all,
O’er this one’s “sparrow-tongue,” and o’er the other’s “dragon-ball.”
XV.
Oh, for a month I weary strive to find a leisure day;
I go to pick at early dawn, and until dusk I stay;
Till midnight at the firing-pan I hold my irksome place:
But will not labor hard as this impair my pretty face?
XVI.
But if my face be somewhat lank, more firm shall be my mind;
I’ll fire my tea that all else shall be my golden buds behind;