"Ay, marry! we all know Will Langland."
"Let me tell you what he saith of envy, and we shall see that the counsel of Ralph Rugge is wise and just:—
"'Envy with her herte asketh after schrift,
As pale as a pellet. In a palesye he seemede,
As a leek that had longe lain in the sonne,
So looked he with lene cheekes.
Venom or vinegar, I trow
Is in my belly filling me with wind.
I annoy my neighbor, I blame him behind his back,