Poverty is the openmouthed relentless hell which yawns beneath civilized society. And it is hell enough.

Poverty is alive and well in Rhode Island,

Poverty is the mother of health.

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 ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.