To E----

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Title:     To E----
Author: Lord Byron [More Titles by Byron]

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.]

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Lord Byron's poem: To E----

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