The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.
Even in animals there exists the spirit of their sires.