You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you? - Richard Brinsley Sheridan

The number of those who undergo the fatigue of judging for themselves is very small indeed.

Graced by those signs which truth delights to own, The timid blush, and mild submitted tone: Whate’er she says, though sense appear throughout, Displays the tender hue of female doubt; Deck’d with that charm, how lovely wit appears,

Egad I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two!