Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
For life is only life when blessed with health.
You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!
I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.