On tea drinking:
The first cup moistens my lips and throat,
The second cup breaks my loneliness,
The third cup searches my barren entrails,
The fourth cup raises a slight
perspiration,
The fifth cup purifies me,
The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the
immortals,
The seventh cup – Ah, but I can take no
more.
by a scholar of the seventh century
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