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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?]
How much better a thing it is to be envied than to be pitied.
How much better a thing it is to be envied than to be pitied.
Envy is a symptom of lack of appreciation of our own uniqueness and self worth. Each of us has something read more
Envy is a symptom of lack of appreciation of our own uniqueness and self worth. Each of us has something to give that no one else has.
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.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That read more
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.
The truest mark of being born with great qualities, is being born without envy.
The truest mark of being born with great qualities, is being born without envy.
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.
It is the practice of the multitude to bark at eminent men, as
little dogs do at strangers.
It is the practice of the multitude to bark at eminent men, as
little dogs do at strangers.
Envy eats nothing but its own heart
Envy eats nothing but its own heart
