Or do some mysche, whiche he reputyth best
Tyll it be done, he neuer hath eas nor rest
No slepe, no rest nor pleasour can they fynde
To them so swete, pleasaunt and delectable
That may expell this malyce from theyr mynde
So is enuy a vyce abhomynable
And vnto helth so frowarde and damnable
That if it onys be rotyd in a man
It maketh hym lene. his colour pale and wan.
Enuy is pale of loke and countenaunce