The public

The great unwashed.

— The public

The individual is foolish; the multitude, for the moment is foolish, when they act without deliberation; but the species is wise, and, when time is given to it, as a species it always acts right.

— The public

The tyranny of a multitude is a multiplied tyranny.

— The public

The public! why, the public's nothing better than a great baby.

— The public

Hence ye profane; I hate you all;Both the great vulgar, and the small.

— The public

This many-headed monster, Multitude.

— The public

The multitude is always in the wrong.

— The public

For who can be secure of private right,The most may err as grossly as the few.

— The public

The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.

— The public

A stiff-necked people.

— The public

Classes and masses.

— The public

Knowing as "the man in the street" (as we call him at Newmarket) always does, the greatest secrets of kings, and being the confidant of their most hidden thoughts.

— The public

No whispered rumours which the many spread can wholly perish.

— The public

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,Is with the common mass of matter lost!

— The public

Reason stands aghast at the sight of an "unprincipled, immoral, incorrigible" publick; And the word of God abounds in such threats and denunciations, as must strike terror into the heart of every believer.

— The public

The people's voice is odd,It is, and it is not, the voice of God.

— The public

Trust not the populace; the crowd is many-minded.

— The public

The proverbial wisdom of the populace in the streets, on the roads, and in the markets, instructs the ear of him who studies man more fully than a thousand rules ostentatiously arranged.

— The public

The public is a bad guesser.

— The public

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,Oh, who would wish to be thy king?

— The public

Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore; so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground.

— The public

He himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.

— The public

The play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas caviare to the general.

— The public

Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this multitude?

— The public

Look, as I blow this feather from my face,Such is the lightness of you common men.

— The public

Many-headed multitude.

— The public

Laymen say, indeed,The fleeces of their wool.

— The public

It is to the middle class we must look for the safety of England.

— The public

The public be damned.

— The public

Our supreme governors, the mob.

— The public

[The] public path of lifeIs dirty.

— The public