I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
Those they praise, but they read the others.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.