Poverty The Greatest Pack.

Who with a little cannot be content,
Endures an everlasting punishment.

God could have made all rich, or all men poor;
But why He did not, let me tell wherefore:
Had all been rich, where then had patience been?
Had all been poor, who had His bounty seen?

Give Want her welcome if she comes; we find
Riches to be but burdens to the mind.

Goes the world now, it will with thee go hard:
The fattest hogs we grease the more with lard.
To him that has, there shall be added more;
Who is penurious, he shall still be poor.

Tell me, rich man, for what intent
Thou load'st with gold thy vestiment?
Whenas the poor cry out: To us
Belongs all gold superfluous.

Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.