How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.