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. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
2. Troilus and Cressida
3. A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)
4. Hymn For St. John's Eve, 29th June
5. A Prologue

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