From Ecclesiasticus

A rich man speaketh, and all keep silence; and what he saith they extol to the clouds: A poor man speaketh, and they say, Who is this? and if he stumble, they will help to overthrow him.

The Pauper’s Drive

By T. Noel

(English poet of the Chartist period)

There’s a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot;

To the churchyard a pauper is going, I wot;

The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs,

And hark to the dirge that the sad driver sings:—

“Rattle his bones over the stones;