Mark but those hogs which underneath yond tree
Nuzzling and eating acorns you may see
They never cast an eye to those which shake
So thankless people do Gods blessings take
And never do his bounteous love adore
But swinishly root on and grunt for more
So griping Worldlings shall their wealth increase
And only pray their bags may rest in peace
So grumbling farmers shall turn up the earth
Fearing that every shower will cause a death
Even so voluptuous gallants dance along
Their meetings ending in a drunken song
When like she chaste and constant turtle dove
Which takes a sin then throws her eyes above?
Gods children here but sip of Terren Toys
Then turn their thoughts to true Celestial Joy
Like innocent doves they often victims die
When hogs his sacred alter come not Nye
Then let the reader try, which best he loves
To imitate base hogs and turtle doves
But as for me is my soul’s sole desire
Like spotless doves to live and so expire
A Gallant’s Dance
By Sam Chandler
Developed in the manuscript are the ideas of hogs and turtle doves. Pulter idealizes the simple life of the dove and claims it as her soul’s soul desire. The reference to herself as a dove, therefore the doves being women, leads to the development of hogs representing men. A gallant is a man who fancies a woman in both good and bad ways. The bad ways usually portray them as hogs, especially when drunk.
“He was a gallant of old school,” chivalrous in his conduct to the ladies of his court. “It was a wicked world in those days when drunken gallants roamed the streets.”
From:
(Correct English. New York, N.Y: B.E.C. Pub. Co, 1899. Print.)
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