I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.

Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature.

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

Givers of great dinners know few enemies.

Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.

A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.

I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.