Is it there, sweet mother, this best of hotels?
“Not there, not there, my child.”
Full many a city, my gentle boy
Hath hostels in plenty where thou may’st enjoy
Good viands well cooked, rooms sweet and large,
Decent wines, and good waiting, at moderate charge;
But, unless to thy soul disappointment is dear,
Seek them not in the town by the mouth of the Wear;
“Not there, not there, my child!”
——:o:——