You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.

Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.

You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.

It is easy in adversity to despise death; he has real fortitude who dares to live and be wretched.

You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a writeched life