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Friday, 8 May 2020

Envy by Richard Cumberland

Oh! never let me see that shape again!
Exile me rather to some savage den,
Far from the social haunts of men;
Horrible phantom! pale it was as death,
Consumption fed upon its meagre cheek,
And ever as the fiend essay’d to speak,
Dreadfully stream’d its pestilential breath!
Fang’d like the wolf it was, and all as gaunt,
And still it prowl’d around us and around,
Rolling its squinting eyes askaunt,
Wherever human happiness was found.

Furious thereat, the self-tormenting sprite
Drew forth an asp, and (terrible to sight)
To its left pap the envenom’d reptile prest;
Which gnaw’d and worm’d into its tortur’d breast.
The desperate suicide, with pain,
Writh’d to and fro, and yell’d amain;
And then, with hollow dying cadence, cries—
It is not of this asp that ENVY dies;
‘Tis not this reptile’s tooth that gives the smart;
‘Tis others’ happiness that gnaws my heart.

From: http://spenserians.cath.vt.edu/TextRecord.php?action=GET&textsid=35189

Date: 1790

By: Richard Cumberland (1731/2-1811)