What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
One genius has made many clever artists.
You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.