Classic Poem

Why envi'st thou thy neighbour, can'st thou tel?
Is 't 'cause in wealth or worth he doth excel?
That will not make thee richer then thou art,
Nor him the poorer, but 'twill vex thy heart;
That will not make thee better nor him worse,
But blessing bring on him, on thee a curse.
Or why malignest thou thine enemy?
Is't 'cause he hath done thee some injury?
That will not mend the matter, but incense
Him to a second and more high offence,
Adding of wrong to wrong: O then be wise
And do him all the good thou can'st devise
So on his head thou shalt heap coals of fire
And softly melt his heart to thy desire.
So maist thou make thy foe to be thy friend,
And whom thou can'st not break, thus gently bend.