C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


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


  • Now spurs the lated traveler apace
  • To gain the timely inn.
  • Shakespeare.

  • 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.
  • Shenstone.

  • Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high,
  • Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye,
  • Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired,
  • Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired,
  • Where village statesmen talk’d with looks profound,
  • And news much older than their ale went round.
  • Goldsmith.