What is more painful than poverty? The pain of poverty itself! The demon of poverty takes away The joys of this life and the next. That cancer called poverty destroys at once The honor of ancient descent and clout. Even in those of high birth, poverty will produce The fault of uttering mean words. That misery called poverty brings with it A diversity of sufferings. A poor man's words carry no weight, However meaningful and profound. Poverty, destitute of all virtues, alienates a man Even from the mother who bore him. Will that hunger which almost killed me yesterday, Pester me even today? One may sleep even in the midst of fire, But by no means in the midst of poverty. The poverty stricken has a chance to renounce, Lest he hang around for salt and gruel.