Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
that the rich have
butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers.
Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried.
Dawn enters with little feet
like a gilded Pavlova
And I am near my desire.
Nor has life in it aught better
Than this hour of clear coolness
the hour of waking together.
by Ezra Pound
Garrets used to be cheap accomodation, fit for starving artists.
Formatted with brute force and , for the PRE is ugly and the DD would be even worse. Thanks to anotherone for the tip.