On Envy

       
         
         
   Envy is a moth to the heart, a canker to the thought, and a 
   rust to the soul. 
   
   
   
   Envy shoots at others, but hits itself. 
   
   
   
   The greatest mischief you can do the envious, is to do well. 
   
   
   
   Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence 
   it cannot reach. 
   
   
   
   Who can stand before envy? 
   
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   Envy is blind, and has no other quality but that of detracting 
   from virtue. 
   
   
   
   Envy slayeth the silly ones. 
   
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   Harbor not the vice called envy, lest another's happiness be 
   your torment. 
        
   
   
   Pride poisoned with malice becomes envy. 
   
   
   
   No one would be envied if his whole estate were known.