It's not as if lexicographer Dr. Johnson could ever have unintentionally written awkwardly, but with this, he wrote an intentionally parodic verse ... and the final line is of beer.
I'll take it for today, an unpleasant day.
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 sighed,
scarce repressed a starting tear,
When the smiling sage reply'd,
come, my lad, and drink some beer.
-- Samuel Johnson
wearing out life's evening gray,
Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell,
what is bliss, and which the way?
Thus I spoke, and speaking sighed,
scarce repressed a starting tear,
When the smiling sage reply'd,
come, my lad, and drink some beer.
-- Samuel Johnson
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