Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.
If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.
Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.
To be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.