This is No Ill Emblem of the Common People; that are Insolent so long
as they are Fear’d, and Shrink, where they find Danger; for their
Courage is Calculated to the Opinion they have of the Enemy. It is the
Nature of All sorts of Mungril Curs, to Bawl, Snarle, and Snap, where
the Foe flies before them; and to Clap their Tails between their Legs
when an Adversary makes Head against them. There’s Nothing, in short,
but Resolution, to carry a Man through All Difficulties: And since it
is so Absolutely Necessary, the sooner it is Taken up, the Better it
succeeds. ’Tis a Matter of very Evil Consequence, to let the Rabble offer
Publique Affronts _Gratis_. A seditious Word leads to a Broyl, and a
Ryot Unpunish’d, is but next door to a Tumult: So that the Bearing of
One Indignity draws on Another. Bite the First Man that Affronts ye, and
y’are safe for ever after.