Envy of thy achievements fills my soul.

Don Belianis of Greece 22

To Don Quixote of La Mancha

In slashing, hewing, cleaving, word and deed, I was the foremost knight of chivalry, Stout, bold, expert, as e’er the world did see; Thousands from the oppressor’s wrong I freed; Great were my feats, eternal fame their meed; In love I proved my truth and loyalty; The hugest giant was a dwarf for me; Ever to knighthood’s laws gave I good heed. My mastery the Fickle Goddess owned, And even Chance, submitting to control, Grasped by the forelock, yielded to my will. Yet⁠—though above yon hornèd moon enthroned My fortune seems to sit⁠—great Quixote, still Envy of thy achievements fills my soul.