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To E—-
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To E—- [1]

Let Folly smile, to view the names
Of thee and me, in Friendship twin’d;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
To love, than rank with vice combin’d.

And though unequal is thy fate,
Since title deck’d my higher birth;
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.

[Footnote 1: E—was, according to Moore, a boy of Byron’s own age, the son of one of the tenants at Newstead.]