Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!
A vagrant is everywhere at home.
Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.
Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.