Famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back;
The world is not thy friend nor the worlds law:
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Romeo and Juliet (5.1.76), Romeo to the Apothecary
As we do turn our backs
From our companion thrown into his grave,
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away, leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone. Timon of Athens (4.2.10)
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.
King John (2.1.612)
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limpd in pure love: till he be first sufficd,
Oppressd with two weak evils, age and hunger. As You Like It (2.7.138)
O! reason not the need; our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Mans life is cheap as beasts. King Lear (2.4.276)
A most poor man, made tame to fortunes blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. King Lear (4.6.216)
Poor naked wretches, wheresoeer you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loopd and windowd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O! I have taen
Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just. King Lear (3.4.33)
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse:
borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. 2 Henry IV (1.2.74)
If thou art rich, thou'rt poor;
For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.
Measure for Measure (3.1), Duke Vincentio
Shakespeare "knew that place and power do not give happiness - that the crowned are subject as the lowest to
fate and chance....So, too, he knew that gold could not bring joy - that death and misfortune come alike to rich and
poor." [Robert Green Ingersoll, Shakespeare, A Lecture]