Season

 1 Spring|    around to sting the rich and poor.~The queen bee, too, called
 2 Spring|          All souls, the bending poor and the parading rich -~
 3 Spring|        foe, man, shot down some poor liegeman of ours, ~Or sneakingly
 4 Spring|     swear. ~"What ails you, you poor wretch?" the bat inquired
 5 Spring|        oxen barely moves: ~One, poor thing, scarcely bears his
 6 Spring|      angrily whose oxen were so poor. ~So Paikzentis replied, '
 7 Summer|          Here we both, rich and poor alike, shed childhood tears, ~
 8 Summer|    lordling, when approaching a poor boor, ~Contemptuously spits
 9 Summer|     with his club chastises the poor wretch. ~O kindly squire,
10 Summer|      boors. ~Misfortunes of the poor you viewed with tearful
11 Summer|      like a father, oft for the poor victims spoke. ~Especially
12 Summer|       tasks. ~O Lord, how can a poor boor end his woes and cares, ~
13 Summer|        was a small boy, ~And my poor mother had oft times to
14 Summer|      kindly brother what befell poor me: ~For almost fifty years
15 Summer|       beastly rage, he boxes my poor ears. ~And I'm not better
16 Summer|    impost is due. ~"But how can poor I pay what's needed to the
17 Summer|    outwits a nobleman, ~But the poor thing dares not to speak
18 Summer|     clement heart takes pity on poor boors. ~Well, I have told
19 Autumn|     harsh tones and lashing his poor horse.~You rascal, why do
20 Autumn|  cruelties?~Why do you mutilate poor dobbin's flanks with spurs?~
21 Autumn|      broiled and sodden foods. ~Poor I with hands beclasped,
22 Autumn|   blazing sun beats down on our poor heads. ~Many a day we eat
23 Autumn|          The rich in silks, the poor in rags, shed bitter tears, ~
24 Autumn|        Yes; babes both rich and poor all mess themselves alike, ~
25 Autumn|        as a fool;~Both rich and poor alike defame the chief commune.~
26 Winter|        the lords as well as the poor boors, ~That's nothing new;
27 Winter|         why do you denounce our poor Lithuanian boors ~And disparage
28 Winter|        you in the act. ~But us, poor fools - and 'tis a shame
29 Winter|      the good Lord's name, help poor Krizas all you can; ~When
30 Winter|       eat meat.~So why begrudge poor me if I enjoy such grub?~
31 Winter|    wretched I, to strenghten my poor soul,~Each year shoot down
32 Winter|        that casts disgrace on a poor boor. ~Yet how else can
33 Winter|     boor. ~Yet how else can the poor their hunger satisfy? ~Because
34 Winter|        simpleton that skins the poor man's back ~Is not ashamed
35 Winter|       times he gave a coin to a poor wretch,~Because of that
36 Winter|       hates to give alms to the poor. ~Each penny that he gives
37 Winter|          And in the morn lashed poor old Prickus' hide so deep, ~
38 Winter|    without His providence; ~The poor cannot be poor without his
39 Winter| providence; ~The poor cannot be poor without his sanctioning. ~
40 Winter|            Ye, too, O cheerless poor; ye bast-shod weary souls; ~
41 Winter|         recall full well how we poor creatures fared,~When being