O wretched Poverty, why won't you up and seek
another man? Don't cling, I love you not,
so go away, call at another house. Don't stay
to share this miserable life with me.
Ἆ δειλὴ πενίη, τί μένεις προλιποῦσα παρ' ἄλλον
ἄνδρ' ἰέναι; μὴ ὦν δὴν οὐκ ἐθέλοντα φίλει·
ἀλλ' ἴθι καὶ δόμον ἄλλον ἐποίχεο, μηδὲ μεθ' ἡμέων
αἰεὶ δυστήνου τοῦδε βίου μέτεχε.
't zijn ellendige benen die Armoede moeten dragen
(It is miserable legs that must bear poverty)