O souls, in whom no heavenly fire is found, <br />Fat minds, and ever grovelling on the ground! <br />We bring our manners to the blest abodes, <br />And think what pleases us must please the Gods.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-souls-in-whom-no-heavenly-fire/
