Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
They are good, they are bad; they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish,--so am I;
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.
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The first day a guest, the second day a guest, the third day a calamity.
The first day a guest, the second day a guest, the third day a calamity.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market
town?
Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market
town?
If my best wines mislike thy taste,
And my best service win thy frown,
Then tarry not, read more
If my best wines mislike thy taste,
And my best service win thy frown,
Then tarry not, I bid thee haste;
There's many another Inn in town.
HOSPITALITY, n. The virtue which induces us to feed and lodge certain persons who are not in need of food read more
HOSPITALITY, n. The virtue which induces us to feed and lodge certain persons who are not in need of food and lodging.
So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
He kept no Christmas-house for once a yeere,
Each day his boards were fild with Lordly fare;
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He kept no Christmas-house for once a yeere,
Each day his boards were fild with Lordly fare;
He fed a rout of yeoman with his cheer,
Nor was his bread and beefe kept in with care;
His wine and beere to strangers were not spare,
And yet beside to all that hunger greved,
His gates were open, and they were there relived.
