POETRY. 43 
Sonnet II. — TO SIMPLICITY. 
O '! T do love thee, meek Simflicity! 
For of thy lays the lulling fimplenefs 
Goes to my heart, and foothes each fmall diftrefs 
Diftrefs though fmall; yet haply great to me! : 
"Tis true on lady Fortune’s gentleft pad 
Tamble on ! yet, though I know not why, 
So fad Tam! But fhould a friend and I 
Grow coo! and miff, O! Iam very fad! 
And then with fonnets and with fympathy 
My dreamy bofom’s rayttic woes I pall; 
Now of my falfe friend plaining plaintively, 
Now raving at mankind in general; 
But whether fad or fierce, ’tis fimple all, 
All very fimple, meek Srmpuicirty ! ‘ 
NEHEMIAH HIGGINBOTTOM. 
Sonnet III. —ON A RUINED HOUSE IN A 
ROMANTIC COUNTRY. 
ND this reft houfe is that the which he built, 
Lamented Jack! And here his malt he pil’d, 
Cautious in vain! Thefe rats that fqueak fo wild, 
Squeak not unconfcious of their father’s guilt. 
Did ve not fee her gleaming through the glade! 
Belike twas fhe, the maiden all forlorn ; 
What though fhe milk no cow with crumpled horn, 
Yet aye fhe haunts the dale where erft the ftray’d; ; 
And aye befide her ftalks her amorous knight! 
Still on his thighs their wonted brogues are worn, 
_ And through thofe brogues ftill tatter’d and betorn, 
_ His hindward charms gleam an unearthly white ; 
As when thro’ broken clouds, at night’s high noon 
Peeps in fair fragments forth the full-orb’d harveft-moon ! 
NewEemMIAH HicciINnBoTTom. 
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