Johnson, Samuel: Idill (Idyll Magyar nyelven)
"Hermit hoar, in solemn cell,
Wearing out life's evening gray,
Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell,
What is bliss, and which the way ? "
Thus I spoke and speaking sigh’d,
Scarce repressed the starting tear ;
When the willing sage reply’d
"Come, my lad; and drink some beer ! "