He that makes it his business to please them, will have enough to do and never have done; ’tis a mark that can never be aimed at or hit: 

          “Nil tam inaestimabile est, quam animi multitudinis.”

     ["Nothing is to be so little understood as the minds of the
     multitude.”—­Livy, xxxi. 34.]

Demetrius pleasantly said of the voice of the people, that he made no more account of that which came from above than of that which came from below.  He [Cicero] says more: 

          “Ego hoc judico, si quando turpe non sit, tamen non
          esse non turpe, quum id a multitudine laudatur.”

     ["I am of opinion, that though a thing be not foul in itself,
     yet it cannot but become so when commended by the multitude.” 
     —­Cicero, De Finib., ii. 15.]

No art, no activity of wit, could conduct our steps so as to follow so wandering and so irregular a guide; in this windy confusion of the noise of vulgar reports and opinions that drive us on, no way worth anything can be chosen.  Let us not propose to ourselves so floating and wavering an end; let us follow constantly after reason; let the public approbation follow us there, if it will; and as it wholly depends upon fortune, we have no reason sooner to expect it by any other way than that.  Even though I would not follow the right way because it is right, I should, however, follow it as having experimentally found that, at the end of the reckoning, ’tis commonly the most happy and of greatest utility.

              “Dedit hoc providentia hominibus munus,
               ut honesta magis juvarent.”

["This gift Providence has given to men, that honest things should
be the most agreeable.”—­Quintilian, Inst.  Orat., i. 12.]

The mariner of old said thus to Neptune, in a great tempest:  “O God, thou wilt save me if thou wilt, and if thou choosest, thou wilt destroy me; but, however, I will hold my rudder straight.”—­[Seneca, Ep., 85.]—­ I have seen in my time a thousand men supple, halfbred, ambiguous, whom no one doubted to be more worldly-wise than I, lose themselves, where I have saved myself: 

“Risi successus posse carere dolos.”

          ["I have laughed to see cunning fail of success.” 
          —­Ovid, Heroid, i. 18.]

Paulus AEmilius, going on the glorious expedition of Macedonia, above all things charged the people of Rome not to speak of his actions during his absence.  Oh, the license of judgments is a great disturbance to great affairs! forasmuch as every one has not the firmness of Fabius against common, adverse, and injurious tongues, who rather suffered his authority to be dissected by the vain fancies of men, than to do less well in his charge with a favourable reputation and the popular applause.

There is I know not what natural sweetness in hearing one’s self commended; but we are a great deal too fond of it: