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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.
HOSPITALITY, n. The virtue which induces us to feed and lodge certain persons who are not in need of food read more
HOSPITALITY, n. The virtue which induces us to feed and lodge certain persons who are not in need of food and lodging.
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.
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.
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.
A host in himself.
A host in himself.
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.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
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.