Helpless, unknown, and unremembered, most human beings, however sensitive, idealistic, intelligent, go through life as passengers rather than chauffeurs. Although we may pretend that it is the chauffeur who is the social inferior, most of us, like Toad of Toad Hall, would not mind a turn at the wheel ourselves.
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But, oh! what mighty magician can assuage
A woman's envy?
But, oh! what mighty magician can assuage
A woman's envy?
Envy! eldest-born of hell!
Envy! eldest-born of hell!
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.
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.
I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.
I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.
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.
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.
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 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.]
