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.
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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?
No one can be so welcome a guest that he will not become an
annoyance when he has stayed read more
No one can be so welcome a guest that he will not become an
annoyance when he has stayed three continuous days in a friend's
house.
[Lat., Hospes nullus tam in amici hospitium diverti potest,
Quin ubi triduum continuum fuerit jam odiosus siet.]
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.
For 't is always fair weather
When good fellows get together
With a stein on the table read more
For 't is always fair weather
When good fellows get together
With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
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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.
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.
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like read more
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran,--
But let me live by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.
The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride;
The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside;
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The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride;
The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside;
The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend;
This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.
I am your host.
With robber's hands in my hospitable favors
You should not ruffle thus.
I am your host.
With robber's hands in my hospitable favors
You should not ruffle thus.
