I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper, and
an oyster-wife. I cannot
read, and therefore wish all books
burned. I am lean with seeing others eat. O that there
would come a famine over all the world, that all might die, and
I live alone,
then thou should'st see how fat I'd be. But must
thou sit,
and I stand? Come
down with a vengeance.
