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.
A mechanized automaton.
Queen Mab, Pt. III. P.B. SHELLEY.
Because the good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.
Rob Roy's Grave. W. WORDSWORTH.
For what can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
Medal. J. DRYDEN.
Patience and gentleness is power.
On a Lock of Milton's Hair. L. HUNT.