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.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxii-to-simplicity/
