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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A host in himself.
A host in himself.
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.
When friends are at your hearthside met,
Sweet courtesy has done its most
If you have made read more
When friends are at your hearthside met,
Sweet courtesy has done its most
If you have made each guest forget
That he himself is not the host.
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.
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.
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.
Hospitality should have no other nature than love.
Hospitality should have no other nature than love.
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.
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn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.
