Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt: It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

To be poor, and to seem poor, is a certain method never to rise.

The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.