Byron's Poetical Works, Volume 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.]