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

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.

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

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

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