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Mark but1
those hogs which, underneath yon2
tree2
Nuzzling3
and eating acorns, you may see:3
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;
7So
griping worldlings5
still their wealth increase8And only pray their
bags6
may rest in peace;9So grumbling farmers still turn up the earth,
10
Fearing that every shower will cause a dearth.7
11Even so
voluptuous gallants8
dance 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
terrene toys9
,16Then turn their thoughts to true celestial joys,
17Like innocent doves, they often victims die,
18When
hogs His sacred altar come not nigh10
.19Then let the reader
try11
which best he loves20To imitate: base hogs or turtledoves.
21But as for me, ’tis my soul’s sole desire
22Like
spotless12
doves to live and so expire.