To the Poor
Famine is in thy cheeks.
Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery;
The world is not thy friend; nor the world's laws.
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it.
Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery;
The world is not thy friend; nor the world's laws.
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it.
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