Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.
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.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
Life's not just about being alive, but being well.
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.