The artist envies what the arties gains,
The bard the rival bard's successful strains.

The artist envies what the arties gains,
The bard the rival bard's successful strains.

Whoever feels pain in hearing a good character of his neighbor, will feel a pleasure in the reverse. And those read more

Whoever feels pain in hearing a good character of his neighbor, will feel a pleasure in the reverse. And those who despair to rise in distinction by their virtues, are happy if others can be depressed to a level of themselves.

Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.
[Lat., Pascitur in vivis livor; post fata quiescit.]

Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.
[Lat., Pascitur in vivis livor; post fata quiescit.]

Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can--
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Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can--
No, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy.

Envy not greatness: for thou mak'st thereby
Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.

Envy not greatness: for thou mak'st thereby
Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.

The general's disdained
By him one step below, he by the next,
The next by him beneath; read more

The general's disdained
By him one step below, he by the next,
The next by him beneath; so every step,
Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
Of pale and bloodless emulation:
And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,
Not her own sinews.

Envy shoots at others and wounds itself

Envy shoots at others and wounds itself

Man will do many things to get himself loved; he will do all things to get himself envied.

Man will do many things to get himself loved; he will do all things to get himself envied.

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves
And spend our flatteries to drink those men
Upon whose read more

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves
And spend our flatteries to drink those men
Upon whose age we void it up again
With poisonous spite and envy.