Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.

Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.

You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.

You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.

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

The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.

There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.