The Comedies of William Congreve

My Lord,—It is with a great deal of pleasure that I lay hold on this first occasion
which the accidents of my life have given me of writing to your lordship: for since at
the same time I write to all the world, it will be a means of publishing (what I would
have everybody know) the respect and duty which I owe and pay to you. I have so
much inclination to be yours that I need no other engagement. But the particular ties
by which I am bound to your lordship and family have put it out of my power to make
you any compliment, since all offers of myself will amount to no more than an honest
acknowledgment, and only shew a willingness in me to be grateful.
I am very near wishing that it were not so much my interest to be your lordship's
servant, that it might be more my merit; not that I would avoid being obliged to you,
but I would have my own choice to run me into the debt: that I might have it to boast,
I had distinguished a man to whom I would be glad to be obliged, even without the
hopes of having it in my power ever to make him a return.