O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity! br For of thy lays the lulling simpleness br Goes to my heart, and soothes each small distress-- br Distress tho' small, yet haply great to me! br 'Tis true, on Lady Fortune's gentlest pad br I amble on; yet tho' I know not why, br So sad I am! but should a friend and I br Grow cool and miff, O! I am very sad! br And then with sonnets and with sympathy br My dreamy bosom's mystic woes I pall; br Now of my false friend plaining plaintively, br Now raving at mankind in general: br But whether sad or fierce, 'tis simple all, br All very simple, meek Simplicity.