Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools.
He is a poor patriot whose patriotism does not enable him to understand how all men everywhere feel about their altars and their hearthstones, their flag and their fatherland
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Poor is the pupil who does not surpass his master.