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.