Canto

 1     2|      labour and thy care,~If envious Fortune do but play me fair."~ ~
 2     4|     with snares, and full of envious strife.~ ~ II~If after painful
 3    10|    Or ripened corn, wherever envious hand~Of foe amid the grain
 4    20|      the world had been;~And envious men, and those that never
 5    35|    the light of poetry,~That envious Death may wholly them consume.~
 6    37|     had~For chroniclers, men envious, false, and bad.~ ~ VII~
 7    37|     through jealous authors' envious rage,~Unchronicled by fame,
 8    42|    said;~As from the dull or envious falcon's nail,~Escapes the
 9    44| court, beset with snare,~Mid envious wealth, and ease, and luxuries;~
10    46|   brows~Conceal the dark and envious thoughts they brew.~As the