It's all right for you, 'Ump.

You was born a gentleman.
You never knew wot it was to go 'ungry, to cry yerself asleep with yer little belly gnawin' an' gnawin', like a rat inside yer.

It carn't come right.

If I was President of the United Stytes to-morrer, 'ow would it fill my belly for one time w'en I was a kiddy and it went empty?
"'Ow could it, I s'y?
I was born to sufferin' and sorrer.

I've had more cruel sufferin' than any ten men, I 'ave.