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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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.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
There is no hospitality like understanding.
There is no hospitality like understanding.
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.
Hospitality should have no other nature than love.
Hospitality should have no other nature than love.
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.]
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.
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.
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.
