Quote #3
Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome, at an inn.
More from William Shenstone
- Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield.
- Every good poet includes a critic; the reverse will not hold.
- Oft has good nature been the fool's defence, And honest meaning gilded want of sense.
- A fool and his words are soon parted.
- Love is a pleasing but a various clime.
- So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
- I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed.
- My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.