Or had [Democritus] but observed the common people follow like so many sheep one of their fellows drawn by the horns over a gap, some for zeal, some for fear, quo se cunque rapit tempestas [wherever they are whirled along], to credit all, examine nothing, and yet ready to die before they will abjure any of those ceremonies to which they have been accustomed.
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