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.
Lustra of Ezra Pound, with Earlier Poems (ed. 1917), 'The Garrett'
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.
Lustra of Ezra Pound, with Earlier Poems (ed. 1917), 'The Garrett'