I court not the votes of the fickle mob.
The drunkard is convicted by his praises of wine.
Noble descent and worth, unless united with wealth, are esteemed no more than seaweed.
The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others, dissatisfied with our own.]
Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true
The tendency of humanity is towards the forbidden.