"Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door."

"Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside."

"Come in the evening, or come in the morning, Come when you're looked for, or come without warning, Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you."

"I reckon this always, that a man is never undone till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess say "Welcome!""

"His worth is warrant for his welcome."

"Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing."

"Trust me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome."

"Sir, you are very welcome to our house: It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy."

"Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast."

"A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish."

"I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear."

"Bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly."

"“The better of the two is one who is the first to give a greeting” (6210)."

"He enter'd in his house—his home no more, For without hearts there is no home;—and felt The solitude of passing his own door Without a welcome."

"'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come."

"I understand. We all have to honor our vows. To the living and to the dead."

"Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows."

"Let us embrace, and from this very moment Vow an eternal misery together."

"Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void."

"Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace, That 'tis a kind of Heaven to be deluded by him."

"Oh, why should vows so fondly made, Be broken ere the morrow, To one who loves as never maid Loved in this world of sorrow?"

"Better is it that thou shouldest not vow, than that thou shouldest vow and not pay."

"Vow me no vows."

"Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice."

"And rolling far along the gloomy shores The voice of days of old and days to be."

"Vox nihil aliud quam ictus aer."

"A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress only on what is deeply felt."

"Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together."

"A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else." (Vox et præterea nihil)."

"How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks, It ravishes all senses."

"Her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence."

"Thy voice Is a celestial melody."

"Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches The innermost recesses of my spirit!"

"The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense."

"He ceased: but left so charming on their ear His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear."

"Her voice changed like a bird's: There grew more of the music, and less of the words."

"The voice of one crying out in the desert."

"Vōx clāmantis in dēsertō."

"A still, small voice."

"His voice was as the sound of many waters."

"In the timbre of a woman's voice, when it is beautiful, there seem to be mysteriously harmonised all the desires and enchantments both of the spirit and the body."

"Vox faucibus hæsit."

"He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained The deep vibrations of his witching song."

"A voice, a little while ago / still in my heart is singing, / my heart has been wounded / by the song of Lindoro (tr. from Italian "Una voce poco fa / qui nel cor mi risuonò; /il mio cor ferito è già,/e Lindor fu che il piagò.")"

"But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove."

"Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman."