Envy, like a cold prison, benumbs and stupefies; and, conscious of its own impotence, folds its arms in despair.
Envy is an ill-natured vice, and is made up of meanness and malice. It wishes the force of goodness to be strained, and the measure of happiness abated. It laments over prosperity, and sickens at the sight of health. It oftentimes wants spirit as well as good nature.
Envy lies between two beings equal in nature though unequal in circumstances.
