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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.

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.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men; that I might leave my people, and go from them! for they be all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.

Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another; Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord; Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer; Distributing to the necessity of saints; given to hospitality.

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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths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.

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.

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.

True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.

Hospitality sitting with gladness.

So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

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.

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.

My master is of churlish disposition And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality.

I am your host. With robber's hands in my hospitable favors You should not ruffle thus.

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.

Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town?

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.

A host in himself.