What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the
faces of the poor? saith the read more

What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the
faces of the poor? saith the Lord God of hosts.

The greatest man in history was the poorest.

The greatest man in history was the poorest.

Thank God for poverty
That makes and keeps us free,
And lets us go our unobtrusive way,
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Thank God for poverty
That makes and keeps us free,
And lets us go our unobtrusive way,
Glad of the sun and rain,
Upright, serene, humane,
Contented with the fortune of a day.

Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!

Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!

When you're really poor, everything you see
is something you can't have.

When you're really poor, everything you see
is something you can't have.

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.

Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.

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.