After many strains and heaves,
  He got up to the saddle eaves,
  From whence he vaulted into the seat
  With so much vigor, strength, and heat,
  That he had almost tumbled over
  With his own weight, but did recover,
  By laying hold of tail and mane,
  Which oft he used instead of rein.
Hudibras.  S. BUTLER.

HOSPITALITY.

  You must come home with me and be my guest;
  You will give joy to me, and I will do
  All that is in my power to honor you.
Hymn to Mercury, P.B.  SHELLEY.

  Sir, you are very welcome to our house: 
  It must appear in other ways than words,
  Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
Merchant of Venice, Act v.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  V.  MILTON.

This night I hold an old accustomed feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
Romeo and Juliet, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

                               The atmosphere
  Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers
  Seem full of welcomes.
Masque of Pandora.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Comedy of Errors, Act iii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs,
When seasoned by love, which no rancor disturbs
And sweetened by all that is sweetest in life
Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife!
Lucile.  LORD LYTTON (Owen Meredith).

  Now good digestion wait on appetite,
  And health on both!
Macbeth, Act iii.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

  I’ve often wished that I had clear,
  For life, six hundred pounds a year,
  A handsome house to lodge a friend,
  A river at my garden’s end.
Imitation of Horace, Bk.  II.  Sat. 6.  J. SWIFT.

  True friendship’s laws are by this rule exprest,
  Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
Odyssey, Bk.  XV.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

HUMILITY.

Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Loves of the Angels:  The Third Angel’s Story.  T. MOORE.

Content thyself to be obscurely good. 
When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honor is a private station.
Cato, Act iv.  Sc. 4.  J. ADDISON.

                     In a bondman’s key,
  With ’bated breath, and whisp’ring humbleness.
Merchant of Venice, Act i.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

It is the witness still of excellency
To put a strange face on his own perfection.
Much Ado About Nothing, Act ii.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.