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Fish and guests in three days are stale.
— Guests
Fish and guests in three days are stale.
Unbidden guestsAre often welcomest when they are gone.
Here's our chief guest.It had been as a gap in our great feast.
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
See, your guests approach:And let's be red with mirth.
Methinks a fatherThat best becomes the table.
Hail, guest, we ask not what thou art;If foe, our love shall conquer thee.
For whom he means to make an often guest,One dish shall serve; and welcome make the rest.
Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembersAnd now go hand in hand down to the dead.
You must come home with me and be my guest;All that is in my power to honour you.
To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.
