Inns Quotes

“Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?”

“Where you have friends you should not go to inns.”

“In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.”

“A region of repose it seems,
A place of slumber and of dreams.”

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“The atmosphere
Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers
Seem full of welcomes.”

“The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated traveler apace
To gain the timely inn.”

“There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.”

“Souls of poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?”

“Whoe'er has travel'd 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.”

“What care if the day
Be turned to gray,
What care if the night come soon!
We may choose the pace
Who bow for grace,
At the Inn of the Silver Moon.”

“Where'er his fancy bids him roam,
In ev'ry Inn he finds a home—
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Will not an Inn his cares beguile,
Where on each face he sees a smile?”

“Alone the varying road of life,
In calm content, in toil or strife,
At morn or noon, by night or day,
As time conducts him on his way,
How oft doth man, by care oppressed,
Find in an Inn a place of rest.”

“He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern! O miraculous tavern!—holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain; and miraculous, because of the spits, which themselves turn round and round!”

“"North Korea cracks down on homes converted into Airbnb-style lodgings" by Moon Sung Hui, Radio Free Asia (February 12, 2024)”

“You may go to Carlisle's and to Almanac's too;
And I'll give you my Head if you find such a Host,
For Coffee, Tea, Chocolate, Butter, or Toast;
How he welcomes at once all the World and his Wife,
And how civil to Folks he ne'er saw in his Life.”

“He had scarcely gone a short league, when Fortune, that was conducting his affairs from good to better, discovered to him the road, where he also espied an Inn. Sancho positively maintained it was an Inn, and his master that it was a castle; and the dispute lasted so long that they arrived there before it was determined.”

“Now musing o'er the changing scene
Farmers behind the tavern screen
Collect; with elbows idly press'd
On hob, reclines the corner's guest,
Reading the news to mark again
The bankrupt lists or price of grain.
Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe
He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe,
Yet, winter's leisure to regale,
Hopes better times, and sips his ale.”