One night did Sorrow knock upon my door And say, “I am a weary traveller, Weary and poor. Do you have anywhere where I might stay?” Whereon I kissed his feet and said, “My servants shall your voice obey As if ’twere mine; here is a ring, Let it be signified henceforth: A man may show his hospitality To the unlikeliest of friends. Wear my best robe; and this circlet of bronze Be on your head like the sun in heaven. And I shall feed you from my table till You go into the grave.
This one reminds of the scene in “Les Mis” where Jean ValJean goes to the priest when he has nothing and tries to steal from him.