Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.
Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
Live without envy, spend your peaceful years Unknown to fame, and choose your peers for friends.
Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard. So I, when on the pyre consumed I lie, Shall live, for all that's noblest will survive.
Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.
Envy, slothful vice, Never makes its way in lofty characters, But, like the skulking viper, creeps and crawls Close to the ground.
The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.
Envy depreciates the genius of the great Homer.
Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.
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