You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
Wine and women bring misery.
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.
He who weighs his burdens, can bear them.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
Be cheerful, if you are wise.