A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.

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 ves ...

Enquire not what boils in another's pot.

Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

Is thine eye evil, because I am good?

My mind gave me, In seeking tales and informations Against this man, whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!

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.