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.

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.

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.]

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy, the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, read more

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy, the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first born babe, and assures it of a mother's love.

Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under
the influence of the evil eye.
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Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under
the influence of the evil eye.
[Lat., L'invidia, figliuol mio, se stessa macera,
E si dilegua come agnel per fascino.]

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.

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest
peaks.
[Lat., Summa petit livor: perflant altissima venti.]

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest
peaks.
[Lat., Summa petit livor: perflant altissima venti.]

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.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
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Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.