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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 mother of revolution and crime is poverty
The mother of revolution and crime is poverty
One must be poor to know the luxury of living.
One must be poor to know the luxury of living.
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.
Laziness travels so slowly that poverty soon overtakes him.
Laziness travels so slowly that poverty soon overtakes him.
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.
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out read more
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms
For bread, but have some space to think and feel
Like moral and immortal creatures.
He who knows how to be poor knows everything.
He who knows how to be poor knows everything.
