For it too often is the case,
Whilst we sit o’er a pot,
And while we drink our neighbor’s health,
Our own is quite forgot.
INSCRIPTIONS ON INN WINDOW-PANES.
SHENSTONE’S, AT HENLEY.
Whoe’er has travelled life’s dull round,
Where’er his journeys may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
His warmest welcome at an inn.