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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.
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.
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.]
Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
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.
Helpless, unknown, and unremembered, most human beings, however sensitive, idealistic, intelligent, go through life as passengers rather than chauffeurs. Although read more
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.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
It is in the character if very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.
It is in the character if very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.
When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast read more
When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.
