INN.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Now musing o'er the changing scene
Farmers behind the tavern screen
Collect; with elbows idly pressed
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.
The Shepherd's Calendar. J. CLARE.
Souls of poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Lines on the Mermaid Tavern. J. KEATS.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Whoe'er has travelled 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.
Written on a Window of an Inn. W. SHENSTONE.