But much of one thing is for no thing good.'
Ah! my poor heart's INEXPLICABLE SWELL!
II.
To Simplicity.
O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity!
For of thy lays the lulling simpleness
Goes to my heart and soothes each small distress,
Distress though small, yet haply great to me!
'Tis true on Lady Fortune's gentlest pad
I amble on; yet, though I know not why,