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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There is no hospitality like understanding.
There is no hospitality like understanding.
A host in himself.
A host in himself.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Be it not in thy care. Go,
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide
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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.
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.
My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
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My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even though you wish they were
Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even though you wish they were
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.
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.
