To Envie. Envious.
Bearing devouring Ae••na in his brest. His own torment. Fu••y E••ynnis. Like to Aglaucos turnd to speckled stone. B••rning like Aetna with embowelled fire. Like Basilisks that dart an eye. Impoyson'd with the dreggs of cruel hate. That draw an envious breath. What more could poison if it had a tongue t'expresse. Whose tongue's a spunge of venome. That feels a busie swarming nest Of never dying dragons in their brest. The viper of the venemous soul. To look with narrow eyes. Malice lies lieger in his brest.Whose eyes cannot look right on any happy man, nor ears bear the burthen of his praise, contrary to other plagues, he is plagued with anothers well being, making happinesse the ground of his unhappi∣nesse, and good newes the argument of his sorrow, whose favour none can win, but at the dear race of being miserable.