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.

The beggarly last doit.

The beggarly last doit.

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.]

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 is the mother of health.

Poverty is the mother of health.

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.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Who, being loved, is poor?

And plenty makes us poor.

And plenty makes us poor.