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.

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me read more

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.

As society advances the standard of poverty rises.

As society advances the standard of poverty rises.

Poverty is the discoverer of all the arts.
[Lat., Paupertas omnium artium repertrix.]

Poverty is the discoverer of all the arts.
[Lat., Paupertas omnium artium repertrix.]

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you read more

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

And plenty makes us poor.

And plenty makes us poor.

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.

One must be poor to know the luxury of living.

One must be poor to know the luxury of living.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Who, being loved, is poor?