That virtue here below is hated ever; The envious may die, but envy never. - Molière

Hay gente a la que no le importa pasar por mala, pero no soporta que se le ponga en ridículo.

MADAME PERNELLE. For slanderers abound in calumnies . . . ORGON. Mother, you'd make me damn my soul. I tell you I saw with my own eyes his shamelessness. MADAME PERNELLE. Their tongues for spitting venom never lack, There's nothing here below they'll not attack. ORGON. Your speech has not a single grain of sense. I saw it, harkee, saw it, with these eyes I saw — d'ye know what saw means? — must I say it A hundred times, and din it in your ears?

The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.