If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.