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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.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
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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.
There is no hospitality like understanding.
There is no hospitality like understanding.
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.
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.
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
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.
No one can be so welcome a guest that he will not become an
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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.]
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn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.