When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.

When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a read more

(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.

Hail, guest, we ask not what thou art;
If friend, we greet thee, hand and heart;
If read more

Hail, guest, we ask not what thou art;
If friend, we greet thee, hand and heart;
If stranger, such no longer be;
If foe, our love shall conquer thee.

Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.

Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
[Lat., Quo me cumque rapit tempestas deferor hospes.]

Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
[Lat., Quo me cumque rapit tempestas deferor hospes.]

Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers
Sweet courteous things unsaid.
We two have talked our read more

Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers
Sweet courteous things unsaid.
We two have talked our hearts out to the embers,
And now go hand in hand down to the dead.

No, truly, 'tis more than manners will;
And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Are often read more

No, truly, 'tis more than manners will;
And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.