• At night returning, every labour sped,
    He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
    Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
    His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze;
    While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard,
    Displays her cleanly platter on the board.

    Oliver Goldsmith (1824). “Essays, poems and plays”, p.139