انهمرت الدموع من عينيه، وتدفّقت الشكر والثناء من قلبه بسرعةٍ ظننتُ معها أنّه لن ينتهي أبدًا. سمعتُ عن قلوبٍ قاسية، وأفعالِ خيرٍ يقابلها البرود دائمًا؛ آهٍ! إنّ امتنان الناس كثيرًا ما تركني في حزن.

“The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.”William Wordsworth — Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman