Ovid Envy Quotations

Envy, slothful vice, Never makes its way in lofty characters, But, like the skulking viper, creeps and crawls Close to the ground.

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.

Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.

Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.

Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.

Envy depreciates the genius of the great Homer.

The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.

Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.

Live without envy, spend your peaceful years Unknown to fame, and choose your peers for friends.