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

I know all that better than my own name.

While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.

See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.

Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!

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