1   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. 2   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. 3   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.