Envy's a sharper spur than pay.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
To friendship every burden's light.
Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.