Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
read more

Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men;
that I might leave my people, and read more

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men;
that I might leave my people, and go from them! for they be all
adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.

Axylos, Teuthranos's son that dwelt in stablished Arisbe; a man
of substance dear to his fellows; for his dwelling read more

Axylos, Teuthranos's son that dwelt in stablished Arisbe; a man
of substance dear to his fellows; for his dwelling was by the
road-side and he entertained all men.

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn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.

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.

A host in himself.

A host in himself.

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.

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?

He kept no Christmas-house for once a yeere,
Each day his boards were fild with Lordly fare;
read more

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.