Unthread the bold eye of rebellion,And welcome home again discarded faith.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome.
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
A table-full of welcome!