Poem by John Dryden

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O souls, in whom no heavenly fire is found,
Fat minds, and ever grovelling on the ground!
We bring our manners to the blest abodes,
And think what pleases us must please the Gods. 

1. A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)
2. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
3. Te Deum
4. On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk
5. Epitaph on Sir Palmes Fairborne's Tomb in Westminster Abbey

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