I commend you, Postumus, for kissing me with only half your lip; you may, however, if you please, withhold even the half of this half. Are you inclined to grant me a boon still greater, and even inexpressible? Keep this whole half entirely to yourself, Postumus.

It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.

Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.

I know all that better than my own name.

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