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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 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