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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

TO E—

Let Folly smile, to view the names
  Of thee and me in friendship twined;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
  To love, than rank with vice combined.
 
And though unequal is thy fate,
  Since title deck’d my higher claims
Yet envy not this gaudy state;
  Thine is the pride of modest worth.
 
Our souls at least congenial meet,
  Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace;
Our intercourse is not less sweet,
  Since worth of rank supplies the place.

November 1802

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