not reach.
--THOMSON.

The envious man is in pain upon all occasions which ought to give him
pleasure. The relish of his life is inverted; and the objects which
administer the highest satisfaction to those who are exempt from this
passion give the quickest pangs to persons who are subject to it. All
the perfections of their fellow-creatures are odious. Youth, beauty,
valor and wisdom are provocations of their displeasure. What a
wretched and apostate state is this! to be offended with excellence,
and to hate a man because we approve him!--STEELE.

The truest mark of being born with great qualities is being born
without envy.--LA ROCHEFOUCAULD.

The praise of the envious is far less creditable than their censure;
they praise only that which they can surpass, but that which surpasses
them they censure.--COLTON.

Envy--the rottenness of the bones.--PROVERBS 14:30.

There is no guard to be kept against envy, because no man knows where
it dwells, and generous and innocent men are seldom jealous and
suspicious till they feel the wound.

Stones and sticks are thrown only at fruit-bearing trees.--SAADI.

Emulation looks out for merits, that she may exalt herself by a
victory; envy spies out blemishes, that she may lower another by a
defeat.--COLTON.

Envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame, that nobody ever had
the confidence to own it.--ROCHESTER.

ETERNITY.--He that will often put eternity and the world before him,
and who will dare to look steadfastly at both of them, will find that
the more often he contemplates them, the former will grow greater, and
the latter less.--COLTON.

Let us be adventurers for another world. It is at least a fair and
noble chance; and there is nothing in this worth our thoughts or our
passions. If we should be disappointed, we are still no worse than the
rest of our fellow-mortals; and if we succeed in our expectations, we
are eternally happy.--BURNET.

Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man
grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but
time writes no wrinkles on the brow of eternity.--BISHOP HEBER.

The vaulted void of purple sky
That everywhere extends,
That stretches from the dazzled eye,
In space that never ends;
A morning whose uprisen sun
No setting e'er shall see;
A day that comes without a noon,
Such is eternity.