“Where Plenty smiles - alas! she smiles for few, And those who taste not, yet behold her store, Are as the slaves that dig the golden ore, The wealth around them makes them doubly poor.”

George Crabbe

“The murmuring poor, who will not fast in peace.”

George Crabbe

“A master passion is the love of news.”

George Crabbe

“Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, Like other farmers, flourish and complain.”

George Crabbe

“The mind here exhibited is one untouched by pity, unstung by remorse, and uncorrected by shame; yet is this hardihood of temper and spirit broken by want, disease, solitude, and disappointment, and he...”

George Crabbe