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Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going?
Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order;
Bleak read more
Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going?
Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order;
Bleak blows the blast--your hat has got a hole in it.
So have your breeches.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
Poverty is the openmouthed relentless hell which yawns beneath civilized society. And it is hell enough.
Poverty is the openmouthed relentless hell which yawns beneath civilized society. And it is hell enough.
It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands read more
It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.
Poverty is the mother of health.
Poverty is the mother of health.
The mother of revolution and crime is poverty
The mother of revolution and crime is poverty
