Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

Be cheerful, if you are wise.

Those they praise, but they read the others.

I do not hate the man, but his vices.

Tis easy to write epigrams nicely, but to write a book is hard.

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