_Childe Harold, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.
I die,--but first I have possessed,
And come what may, I _have been_ blessed.
_The Giaour_. LORD BYRON.
POVERTY.
I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.
_King Henry IV., Pt. II. Act_ i. _Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye
Th' unfeeling proud one looks, and passes by,
Condemned on penury's barren path to roam,
Scorned by the world, and left without a home.
_Pleasures of Hope_. T. CAMPBELL.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.
_King Lear, Act_ iv. _Sc_. 6. SHAKESPEARE.
Take physic, Pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
_King Lear, Act_ iii. _Sc_. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
O world! how apt the poor are to be proud!
_Twelfth Night. Act_ iii. _Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
This mournful truth is everywhere confessed,
Slow rises worth by poverty oppressed.
_Vanity of Human Wishes_. DR. S. JOHNSON.
And rustic life and poverty
Grow beautiful beneath his touch.
_Burns_. T. CAMPBELL.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.
_King Richard II., Act_ ii. _Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
POWER.
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame.
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