Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
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.
Interpretation
The collective opinion of the masses can be unreliable and inconsistent.
In this quote, John Dryden suggests that public opinion, represented by the ‘hoi polloi’ or the common people, can often be erratic and unpredictable. While the masses may sometimes hold a valid opinion, their judgment is essentially random, and one should not overly concern themselves with the fluctuating judgments of the multitude, as it lacks true reliability.
In practice
This could be a valuable quote to use in a discussion about democracy and the effectiveness of public opinion.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, _x000D_ But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long: _x000D_ Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. _x000D_ Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years; _x000D_ Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; _x000D_ Till like a clock worn out with eating time, _x000D_ The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass_x000D_ _x000D_ With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
We have this day restored the Sovereign to Whom all men ought to be obedient. He reigns in heaven and from the rising to the setting of the sun, let His kingdom come.
We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.
In the strict sense of the term, a true democracy has never existed, and never will exist.
I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.
I have yet to see a piece of writing, political or non-political, that does not have a slant. All writing slants the way a writer leans, and no man is born perpendicular.
Human kind cannot bear much reality.
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