Invitas nullum nisi cum quo, Cotta, lavaris et dant convivam balnea sola tibi mirabar quare numquam me, Cotta, vocasses: iam scio me nudum displicuisse tibi.

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

Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.

Stop abusing my verses, or publish some of your own.