I think that I see the whole man through and through.

But this is too vast a subject for a letter.

I have gone through all Ovid's poems.

I admire him; but I was tired to death before I got to the end.

I amused myself one evening with turning over the Metamorphoses, to see if I could find any passage of ten lines which could, by possibility, have been written by Virgil.
Whether I was in ill luck or no I cannot tell; but I hunted for half an hour without the smallest success.