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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Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
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?
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.
If my best wines mislike thy taste,
And my best service win thy frown,
Then tarry not, read more
If my best wines mislike thy taste,
And my best service win thy frown,
Then tarry not, I bid thee haste;
There's many another Inn in town.
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.
A host in himself.
A host in himself.
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
There is no hospitality like understanding.
There is no hospitality like understanding.
