The envious will die, but envy never.
[Fr., Les envieux mourront, mais non jamais l'envie.]

The envious will die, but envy never.
[Fr., Les envieux mourront, mais non jamais l'envie.]

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.

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.

If I smile at the strong perfumes of the silly Rufillus must I be
regarded as envious and ill-natured?
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If I smile at the strong perfumes of the silly Rufillus must I be
regarded as envious and ill-natured?
[Lat., Ego si risi quod ineptus
Pastillos Rufillus olet, Gargonius hircum, lividus et mordax
videar?]

Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy read more

Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.

Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
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Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.

As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.

As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.

Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.
[Lat., Rabiem livoris acerbi
Nulla potest placare quies.]

Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.
[Lat., Rabiem livoris acerbi
Nulla potest placare quies.]

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves
And spend our flatteries to drink those men
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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.