At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His childrens looks that brighten at the blaze; While his lovd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board. Goldsmith.The Traveller.
The little smiling cottage, warm embowerd; The little smiling cottage, where at eve He meets his rosy children at the door, Prattling their welcomes, and his honest wife, With good brown cake and bacon slice, intent To cheer his hunger after labour hard. Dyer.The Fleece, Book I.
And when from wholesome labour he doth come, With wishes to be there, and wishd-for home, He meets at door the softest human blisses, His chaste wifes welcome, and dear childrens kisses. Cowley.Transl. Georg. Book II. 458.