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Mark but1those hogs which, underneath
Nuzzling3and eating acorns, you may see:
They never cast an eye to those which shake;4
4So thankless people do God’s blessings take
5And never do His bounteous love adore,
6But swinishly root on and grunt for more;
griping worldlings5still their wealth increase
8And only pray their
bags6may rest in peace;
9So grumbling farmers still turn up the earth,
Fearing that every shower will cause a dearth.7
voluptuous gallants8dance along,
12Their meetings ending in a drunken song.
13When, like the chaste and constant turtledove,
14Which takes a sip then throws her eyes above,
15God’s children here but sip of
16Then turn their thoughts to true celestial joys,
17Like innocent doves, they often victims die,
hogs His sacred altar come not nigh10.
19Then let the reader
try11which best he loves
20To imitate: base hogs or turtledoves.
21But as for me, ’tis my soul’s sole desire
spotless12doves to live and so expire.