Things must get better, don't you go down, keep your head above the water tide
One day, things must get better
The rich is wise in his own conceit
But the fool it overstand him, search him out
Poor man mourn the rich, riches increase
I said be not grieved, riches are not forever
Envy not the oppressor, choose none of his ways
Be not wise in thine own eyes, only joy you must press