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 rich man's wealth is his strong city: the destruction of the
poor is their poverty.

The rich man's wealth is his strong city: the destruction of the
poor is their poverty.

So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as
an armed man.

So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as
an armed man.

Poverty is the worst form of violence.

Poverty is the worst form of violence.

Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver
him in time of trouble.

Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver
him in time of trouble.

As society advances the standard of poverty rises.

As society advances the standard of poverty rises.

One must be poor to know the luxury of living.

One must be poor to know the luxury of living.

Hard as it may appear in individual cases, dependent poverty ought to be held disgraceful.

Hard as it may appear in individual cases, dependent poverty ought to be held disgraceful.