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Rh Than all these follies. Come I—night or day—

Splash'd, streaming, soak'd, and even with forty guests,

I am as welcome as a monarch coming

To peace unbroken: then thy oven gives

Bread finer than Keskemeths, and thy vaults

Flow with the richest of Kőrösian wines.

O let the pilgrim rest in thy sweet shades!

[The above is from a modernized version of Kazinczy.]