Mob.—The mob has nothing to lose, everything to gain.—Goethe.
The mob have neither judgment nor principle,—ready to bawl at night for the reverse of what they desired in the morning.—Tacitus.
The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.—Dryden.
The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.—Jane Porter.
Inconstant, blind,
Deserting friends at need, and duped by foes;
Loud and seditious, when a chief inspired
Their headlong fury, but, of him deprived,
Already slaves that lick'd the scourging hand.
—Thomson.
Let there be an entire abstinence from intoxicating drinks throughout this country during the period of a single generation, and a mob would be as impossible as combustion without oxygen.—Horace Mann.
Moderation.—Unlimited activity, of whatever kind, must end in bankruptcy.—Goethe.
A thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. Moderation in temper is always a virtue; but moderation in principle is always a vice.—Thomas Paine.
The boundary of man is moderation. When once we pass that pale our guardian angel quits his charge of us.—Feltham.
Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.—Bishop Hall.