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.

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.

Poverty is no sinne.
[Poverty is no sin.]

Poverty is no sinne.
[Poverty is no sin.]

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.

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.

The mother of revolution and crime is poverty

The mother of revolution and crime is poverty

I wasn't born in a log cabin, but my family moved into one as soon as they could afford it.

I wasn't born in a log cabin, but my family moved into one as soon as they could afford it.

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.

For the poor always ye have with you; but me ye have not always.

For the poor always ye have with you; but me ye have not always.