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Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.
Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
 If I shall be condemned
 Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
  But what your jealousies awake, I read more 
 If I shall be condemned
 Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
  But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
   'Tis rigor and not law. 
 O jealousy,
 Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
  Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful read more 
 O jealousy,
 Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
  Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue
   Of my flesh check to haggard sallowness,
    And drinks my spirit up! 
Jealousy lives upon doubts, it becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy lives upon doubts, it becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.
In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.
 Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience 
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.  
 Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience 
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart. 
My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May read more
My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.
 O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
 It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
  The meat it read more 
 O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
 It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
  The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
   Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
    But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
     Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!