One cannot get blood out of stone
Willful waste make woeful wants
And what the eye does not admire
The hear does not desire
No man ever desires to rule in the kingdom of poverty
He would rather dwell in the huts of affluence
Than ride in the palanquin of penury
How wicked riches would be to him
Is not his headache compared to
The kindness poverty would show him
He would rather fall prey to the hazards of wealth
Than to lie in the...