If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.
Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.
Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]