Myriads, countless myriads, toil from the cradle to the grave.

Is that right?
Is that to be--for ever?
Yes, far worse than in your time.

All about us, beneath us, sorrow and pain.

All the shallow delight of such life as you find about you, is separated by just a little from a life of wretchedness beyond any telling.

Yes, the poor know it--they know they suffer.