Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
Oliver GoldsmithBlest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.
Oliver GoldsmithThus love is the most easy and agreeable, and gratitude the most humiliating, affection of the mind. We never reflect on the man we love without exulting in our choice, while he who has bound us to him by benefits alone rises to our ideas as a person to whom we have in some measure forfeited our freedom.
Oliver Goldsmith