• Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire
    To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;
    Blest that abode, where want and pain repair,
    And every stranger finds a ready chair
    Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
    Where all the ruddy family around
    Laugh at the jest or pranks, that never fail,
    Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale,
    Or press the bashful stranger to his food,
    And learn the luxury of doing good.

    Oliver Goldsmith (1833). “Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With a New Life of the Author”, p.81