You May Also Like / View all maxioms
As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.
As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.
Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind.
Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind.
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is read more
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not), that your wisdom yet
From one that so imperfectly conjects
Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May read more
My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.
If I shall be condemned
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I read more
If I shall be condemned
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
'Tis rigor and not law.
Can't I another's face commend,
Or to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead louers,
read more
Can't I another's face commend,
Or to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead louers,
As if her merit lessen'd yours?
Whoever envies another confesses his superiority.
Whoever envies another confesses his superiority.
Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall!
read more
Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall!
Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phoebus did avow
He would be coy, and would not love at all;
Swearing no greater mischief could be wrought,
Than love united to a jealous thought.
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.